Isabelle and her eight arms.
This week it has become very obvious to me that Isabelle is not a baby, but a toddler now. All of the sudden it’s like BAM she can reach everything, open anything, get into whatever we don’t want her to get into. This morning I had to be out of the house pretty early, and as a result, basically let Isabelle have free reign in our bedroom/bathroom area. OH THE CHAOS. Towels pulled to the floor, curler clips and combs evenly distributed over the tile. Tub water turned on and off, on and off, on and off. Clothes pulled out of the armoire. Toilet paper in a heap on the floor. As I left in a hurry I just laughed at the giant mess we left behind. Man, she is quick!
Isabelle said dada this weekend- over and over and over. I cried a little, isn’t that pathetic? Having a baby has turned me into such a crier. Also, we saw Harry Potter on Monday. More crying. That last scene really killed me.
I can tell Isabelle is SO happy to be moving on her own- mobility really suits her. She runs around a lot, opens cupboards, climbs up stuff, tries to dig out the trash. It’s all very exciting.
Speaking of excitement helloo December! I love Christmas so much it hurts. My house is all festive and twinkley, my Christmas CD playing on repeat in the car, and the shopping has officially begun. I did a little on black Friday, which was glorious, but I’m having a hard time STOPPING. Everything I see I think “Isabelle would LOVE that!” I have so many online baby sites that have daily specials on baby clothes and cute toys, I’m just dying not to buy e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Must. Resist. I can’t wait to see her face on Christmas morning. I know she won’t really get it, but she will love opening everything and playing with new toys. And I’ll love watching.