Violet is growing up so fast but is still my squishy, chubby baby despite her growing obsession with technology. She loves my phone and calls it a "Bye", and not only will smile for a picture but then demands to see the picture after it is taken. Here she is below, posing with me for a selfie.
She loves playing mama to her babies, and believes all of the baby dolls in the house are hers. "MINE! MINE BEE BEE!" she screams at her sisters whenever she sees them with a doll.
Emma's response is usually, "Okay, fine, here's the baby." Lucy on the other hand responds with the same aggression that Violet is putting forth. "NO VIOLET! This is MY baby!!! Mooooom! Violet is trying to take my doll!"
Violet loves playing with her sisters, as long as they give her whatever she wants when she screams. In the above pictures, clockwise from the top left, Violet is bringing a chair to help build a fort with her sisters, waiting for her sisters while they are in yoga class, and having a dance party with her sisters. Lucy has found a way to choreograph Violet and her limited repertoire of talents into any dance show that she and Emma are performing for us. Mostly, it involves Lucy being the head of a choo choo train, with Violet holding on with a wide and proud grin on her face.
Violet mostly wants to play with us and doesn't like to play by herself. Except for when she is getting into trouble. Below are pictures of what happens when Violet plays by herself...
....in the right hand picture below she is stuck in her sideways toy shopping cart and in the bottom left hand picture she has helped herself to a "Nack". The top left hand picture speaks for itself.
Violet has a really great appetite, and eats most things that I offer her. She is mostly happy to be eating whatever it is the rest of her family is eating and can for the most part manage all foods except raw veggies. We have been steaming our veggies as of late to accommodate her and I've just assumed that this is how it will be with Violet. Imagine my surprise when I stuck my finger in her mouth and felt what is possibly a molar! This would be huge for Violet, and we are hoping that there is at least one set. Either way, even if there is just the one, it will still be a great anchor for the partial dentures she will be fitted with in a couple of years. And she could very well be chomping on raw carrot sticks before I know it. She also popped a bottom tooth after what I thought was a week long cold. The morning I noticed the tooth had erupted was the day her cold magically disappeared and her crankiness disappeared. That was a pleasant surprise as well. It is so funny to Will and I just how excited we are when Violet exhibits teething symptoms as each tooth is viewed as a huge blessing when faced with the alternative!
I've made it as long as I could without Violet knowing what candy was. In the above picture she is having her first sucker. She started freaking out when she saw that Lucy and Emma got a sucker after a library event so I gave her one to hold, thinking she would be content. Nope, the next time I glanced at her she had expertly taken the wrapper off and was covered in sticky drool, happily eating the sucker. It's all over now for us, and she comes running if she even hears the slightest rustle of what could be a candy wrapper being unwrapped. Apparently out of the seven, possibly eight teeth Violet has, at least one is a sweet tooth!
My little sweetie loves to assign objects with their rightful owners. She will name the family member whose shoes she has spotted, she knows which stuffed animal belongs to which sister, and she knows even that anything with Dora on it Emma likes, and anything with Strawberry Shortcake on it Lucy likes. She also knows that I love tea. Here she is below, bringing me a cup of her homemade tea, proudly proclaiming "TEA" as she hands it to me, and then warning me that it is "hot."
Violet communicates to us in a efficient combination of charades and the verbal form of a hurried text message. If I ask her where Daddy is she will reply, "Dada. Work." while putting her hand over her mouth with a disappointed look on her face. When I ask her why she is crying after an injury, she will point to wherever she got hurt while saying "ouch" and patting her boo boo and then moving the injured body part closer to me, indicating that she needs a kiss. I love how I can understand her though, and it helps to cut down on her fits of crying and frustration.Below is my sweet one and a half year old bee bee, sleeping with her little bee bee.
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