This morning I was thinking about how much Mo has changed in the last few months. It's not that long ago that she turned one, and back then she wasn't walking or climbing. Now that's about all she does! She can get onto all the furniture, including the end tables in the living room, which I recently found her standing on. She not only walks everywhere, but has started experimenting with running (sort of) a little bit. She figured out how to break out of the "baby wall" of objects we use to contain her in the living room.
When we do let her out (like she's a dog, ha!) she just wanders around the house entertaining herself with whatever crap she finds behind the furniture. Her favorite place is this little nook behind our arm chair and next to a table. We always find her little face peeking out from back there as she rips up a tissue or plays with nail clippers she found. She also loves to climb onto the chair. We always say, "On the buns!" which she knows means she needs to sit down. But she thinks it's hilarious to ignore us and keep standing until we make a move to pull her off. Then she flails her body into a sitting position, as if we won't remember she hasn't been like that the whole time. We're pretty good at consistency though. If we said we were going to pull her off, we pull her off, even if she managed to get on the buns before we get to her.
Now that it's finally warming up a bit, we've been getting outside more. When we first put Mo on the grass, she didn't know what to do. She wouldn't even walk on it! But after a couple minutes she decided it was safe and then she explored the whole yard.
Her favorite thing to do is visit the neighbor's dog. When we're inside, she loves to look out the window in hopes that Ellen will be there, and when she is, Mo laughs with joy. Then when we go out and she can visit through the fence, she flips out.
Speaking of animals, Mo loves them, all of them. Alive or stuffed. She loves people too. Not in a show-off-center-of-attention way, but in a beautiful-big-heart way. Whenever one of her aunts or grandparents is over, she wants to be held by them or sit in their lap. She just wants to be near them and show them love. Her love of people and animals is one of the things I love most about her. Maybe THE thing I love most. She has such a beautiful, wonderful spirit that I admire and envy.
Mo still isn't talking much. I'm still not concerned, but I'm always reminded how little she talks when my nephew is around. We just named him Talking Bear and call him The Orator because he is so verbal! Even though she is very noisy and knows how to communicate, Mo still only consistently and correctly says "uh oh." When she was a tiny baby, she was so noisy, always chirping and cooing. We used to say we couldn't wait until she could talk because she clearly had so much to say. It's still true today. She is noisy and expressive, and I can't wait to hear what she has to say. I know, without a doubt, someday she'll talk my ear off.