My Little Girl

I thought I'd say a few words (from my hospital desk) about Joni's little-girlness. It's hard to put a finger on it, but just as she's growing physically, she's also growing mentally, and it's hard to see either processes. I just know that she's the boss now: when did that happen???! She says things like "just a second" if you ask her for something, or "hold on"! She's so polite though, "squeeze me" (excuse me), "peas" (please), and clear "thank-you"'s are a bit part of her conversation. Even when Bex puts her dinner on the table - "thank-you Mummy".

The nicest thing Joni's said recently though was the other day when Bex picked me up from the hospital - as I get into the car Joni says(from her car seat) "I love you Daddy. I love you Daddy. I LOVE you Daddy". Makes everything seem worth it: the foot in the face as she sleeps horizontally across our bed (which she prefers to her own), the (so) early mornings, weekends included, when she "want to watch telly Daddy" or "want to read a book" - accompanied by the throwing of the covers off me, and the tugging of my hand/arm/hair/face (until I comply). Makes all that worth it.