Liv Ellen is 17 months old. This tiny, miniature person, who thinks she can do anything her brother can do, and even things he can’t, has all of us under her spell. She whines, we give her what she wants; she cries, we rush to her rescue; she smiles, we smother her with kisses; she laughs, and we make fools of ourselves just so she’ll do it again. Kade is like putty in her hands. He’ll do anything to make her happy, including sharing everything he owns…willingly. He can be in the middle of playing with something, suddenly drop everything, walk over to her, and lay a big wet one on her head…just because he loves her. You can’t help but love her, and the urge to scoop her up and hold her close is too strong to resist.
Liv is very small so people always look surprised when she starts babbling away. Her vocabulary expands more and more every day. I’m not going to list all her words, but some of the most recent ones are school, broccoli, Lola, Rocco, cheers, meow, bubbles, eyes, and pillow. She would be content to spend 8 hours a day snuggled on the couch reading books. I’m not exaggerating when I say that I read at least 15 books a day. It can get old…fast. I know, I know…I should be happy that she loves to read, but Big Red Barn isn’t exactly a page-turner. Even Kade gets a little miffed at her choices, and it takes a lot for him to get mad at his precious “babe.”
Her favorite word…drumroll please…is…no. It’s the way she says it that drives you crazy. She’ll screech it out in elongated fashion (think nails on a chalkboard)…”noooo.” Just typing it is making me cringe.
Kade could always care less about the dogs, but Liv has developed quite a bond with Lola. She will lovingly pet her and tenderly kiss her head while calling her “owa baby.” This girl has a way of charming anyone and everyone, including animals. I’m hoping it wears off before her teenage years approach because I have a feeling that Kyle and I are going to be in trouble.
She tries so hard to be a big girl. She wants so desperately to be just like Kade. I just want her to stay the way she is, as long as she promises to stop saying no, or at least limiting it to twice a day…