Today I had my To Do list and pencil out on the coffee table, and little Brynn picked that pencil right up and started coloring. It was adorable. Now I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't have encouraged that particular bit of curiosity yesterday.
Of course, she looks adorable while doing it.
Since I never wrote down her 1 year stats, I guess now is a perfectly good time to do it. I'm still nursing her 3 times a day. You guys, I just can't stop. I don't think Brynn really "needs" it anymore, but I just don't want to be done. At her 12 month appointment, she was 28 inches tall and weighed exactly 20 lbs. She is in the 52nd percentile for weight, but only the 10th for height. Looks like she inherited those shorty Zollinger genes. Imma put her in gymnastics just as soon as I can without feeling like a crazy over-achiever mom.
In the last few weeks she started clapping. When she was about 12 1/2 months she started walking to Greg and me. So fun! Now she will choose to walk about half the time. We've been trying to get her to blow kisses in the last few days, and I didn't think she was really picking up on it. But today I was talking to my parents and with no coaxing at all, Brynn blew kisses like crazy the whole time. Yeah. It's precious.
She also started figuring out how to throw temper tantrums. Me and Greg are like...uh, now we actually have to do some discipline stuff, instead of just keeping her alive. Mostly my strategy is just to ignore the fits and try to teach her that they won't get her anything. Not sure it's working. Translation: I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT I'M DOING OVER HERE.
What would we do without our cutie, happy Brynn Eliza? Little Cutes McGee, we just love you.