Sunday, October 17, 2010

Rosemary, A List:

At 18 months, your height is off the charts and, at this point, doesn't even get a percentile. This means, I suppose, no toddlers are taller than you. Hi Ya! Take that, short babies.

When a kitty is spotted, you run arms outstretched towards it, making smoochy sounds. The kitties, unfortunately, always run in the other direction.

Your hugs are so soft, they just might be criminal.

You have managed in about a week to potty train yourself. You deserve every clap, every "hurrah," and every high-five you get.

You are sweetness personified.
You have a name for Finn now, and it's "Up." Odd, yes, but it works, and good ole Up doesn't seem to mind. When you used to wake up in the morning or after a nap, the first thing out of your mouth would be, "Up?" Okay, maybe it was "Elmo," but once we had the Elmo situation under control, you'd ask, "Up?" meaning, "Is Finn up?" "Up? Up? Up?" "Is life worth living? Will there be oodles of fun in my near future? No? I just have you, parental unit, for entertainment? Oh." Anyway, it's morphed into his name now. I suppose "Finn" is hard to say, and when someone is your whole world, you're going to figure out a way to refer to him as soon as possible.

Nothing is ever too much for you, little girl. It's always, "More."

Smoochies for you, Rosie.


Ada said...

awwww, so sweet (and tall!) Rosemary. We call her Rosy in this house. These socks will go to Rosy! This dress is Rosy's! This carrot I will not eat... Rosy!

Jenn said...

She's Rosy around these parts too. Finn has taken to calling her Rosydoodle. And Rosy wishes she could meet her benefactors. :( Thanks for the dresses, but you can keep the carrots!