The other night at dinner, Carrie did the cutest thing ever. (I say that a lot, don’t I?) My parents were over, and we were all sitting at the table together. Carrie looked at my dad and blew him a kiss – her kisses are preceded by a sort of lemon face, she really works hard at them – and waited until he blew one back. The she looked at the next person at the table, Denis, and blew him a kiss. And so on all around the table. It was so sweet!
She also gives really good hugs now, to people and toys. In fact, my mom bought this enormous stuffed dog for Carrie to play with at her house, and if you tell Carrie to go hug her dog she’ll run over to it and collapse on top of it to hug it. She really likes it if you stand the dog up on its hind legs – it’s about her height, actually – and make it hug her back.
(Sometimes I worry that my blog is becoming an incredibly boring “look how cute my kid is” sort of blog, but I don’t want to forget any of this. Besides, it’s my blog, nobody else has to read it if it’s that boring, right?)