At 13 months, she's playing in the drapes on the sliding glass door. Sometimes, all I see is the fabric rustling or little toes peeking out from underneath.
Grunting and pointing at the toothbrush on the window sill in the kitchen. Every time it is noticed, teeth must be brushed. Mama brushes, she brushes. Papa brushes, she brushes.
Pushing as many music-making buttons at once that those little arms can reach then dancing her little heart out. Clasping hands at the waist and swinging her arms from side to side. Booty-shaking left-to-right and bumping it up-and-down. Our dance parties, while short lived, are always fun.
Feeling little eyes on me when I shower and listening to the clanking of the shower curtain rings as she whips the curtain around. If I don't let her play in the water while I shower, she is not happy. And my Claire, my darling daughter, make yourself heard.
Having learned to open the bath tub drain, letting all the water out every chance she gets. I always tell her to stop, explaining that the water will go bye-bye, and she just looks at me like "What? It wasn't me!"
Grabbing the binky from her mouth with my mouth and hearing her crack up with laughter as soon as she snatches it back from me. She either inhales it back into her own mouth with her teeth then waves it in front of my face (silently daring me to do it again) or she jams it in the general vicinity of my mouth as hard as she can. Laugh, repeat, laugh, repeat, laugh. The bink game is always amusing. I will miss it more than she knows.
Tearing all the toilet paper off the roll. I don't know how it's possible that we never notice her doing it until just the cardboard roll is spinning around the holder! Little mischievous one, that Claire.
Squatting Ethiopian-style (usually in a corner somewhere) doing her business. Complete with a red face and grunting.
These will serve as some of my favorite memories of my sweet girl. Things I never want to forget. Her transition from babyhood into toddler life has happened in the blink of an eye. I love my independent, bright-eyed, sassy girl but I miss my baby. Life is so bittersweet sometimes.
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