Catching Up

It's been crazy, and I didn't even post for Nia's birthday a parental blogging sin. I apologize. Let's catch up shall we...


Hard to believe it's that time already, but on June 2nd, Nia turned TWO! Yes 24 months have come and gone in the life of this toddler.


Nia we have learned has no fear, and once she saw the big girls swinging on the swings the baby ones had no appeal. We were a little nervous, but seeing her hang on the bars for 12 seconds we were pretty sure she could hang on, and she did and loved it! Didn't fall off once, although we had to keep reminder her NOT to jump off.

We had though as she got older, her fascinating diverse palette would dwindle but it's only gotten larger. She continues to be willing to try anything at least once, and even if she doesn't like it she will still try other things. It never get's old watching her go to the refrigerator and pick out healthy snacks when some delectable treats are sitting right next to them. She even knows all her fruits and can ask for them by name such as "Daddy I want some berries please" or "Can Nia please have an apple?". Too cute. She actually took a bag of salad out of the drawer and got a huge bowl out and brought it to me still unopened and just smiled. At night, when she wants a snack she will usually come to one of us and say "Mommy, can I have a snack?" and when we ask what kind, she will rub her chin and go "hmmmmm..." and half the time go "pizza?" and the other half it's usually veggie chips, prunes, or pickles. Don't ask, Nia must have the weirdest dreams.

The best part of all of it, is actually her little voice, which is deep for her age/size but my mom has a deep voice and Gillian has a deep voice. Not James Earl Jones deep, but not high pitched like you would expect a little girl to have. She knows how to ask for things in just the right way to be extra cute when she wants something. She does wine often, and we are thwarting this by telling her we can't understand her when she wines and to use her words.

She is very into dressing, and undressing herself. Sometimes one right after the other. She is not very picky about shirts and pants, but she insists on picking out her socks and shoes. She has at times, gone out with unmatched socks, but she is very proud of it so who are we to curb that enthusiasm. She likes to look at herself in the mirror and go "I'm pretty". We agree but were probably in trouble... In related news, she will sometimes get my attention, pose and go "Daddy take a picture". Like I said, we're in trouble.