For some reason, that is what I have been calling Charlotte lately. My dad is trying to call her "Lot," but that just doesn't fly with me. She's not a "Lottie," and "Lot" just reminds me of Lot from the bible whose wife turned into a pillar salt.
ANYWAY, we love this Charly-girl. Her language continues to develop. It's funny because her mode of speech (how she sounds) is still so telegraphic, but she pops out huge sentences like nobody's business. "Mom, I-want-to-have-a-drink-of-water-in-my-sippy-cup."
As I type this post, Charlotte is looking in my purse for candy. Every time she finds a piece, she unwraps it and puts it in her mouth, only to realize that it's just a ricola herbal drop. So she spits it out.
Toilet paper holds all sorts of wonder for this girl, and she sometimes unravels entire rolls and puts them in the toilet. Mom and Dad are not pleased with this development, although her interest in the potty in general is promising. In fact, this past week she started saying "I need to potty" and running to the bathroom. It turns out that she had already peed in her pants each time this happened, but I am utilizing this to start potty training. I will let you know next month how it goes. We have a couple dozen juice boxes, as well as some Minnie Mouse and Princess panties.
Charlotte's best buddy is our 2-year-old neighbor Adeline, although 9-year-old Malachi is a close second. Addy and Charlotte are capable of all sorts of silent trouble-making. When they're together and it's quiet, you know something is amiss.
Charlotte is still my cuddle bug, and she loves to twizzle hair (wind it around and around her finger.) She has a bald spot on the back of her head from twizzling her hair into undetangle-able knots.
Oh yeah, and she doesn't hold still for pictures. And she loves TV.
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