It's the night before Genevieve's first birthday. She is such a lovable little girl, ready to smile and laugh at anything: a song from Priscilla (you should see Vivi's little "dance"!), a cuddle from Thomas, a tackle from James . . . all meet with her delight.She has just learned to pull up to stand; her second locomotor preference is to "squiggle" in a sitting position, gradually working her way over to where she wants to go. If need be, she will reluctantly crawl, but usually complains about it as she goes.
She fits in well with the rest of us in her obsession with books. She likes to sit in one place and grab books from a basket or shelf, gradually arranging them in a circle around herself as she "reads" each one and fills a blank space wi
th it. If we need to grab her up quickly to go somewhere, we find a mysterious "book circle" in her wake (often with a wet spot where she last read - the girl is still such a drooler!).
Genevieve gets into her fair share of trouble, now that she is mobile: however slow that mobility, if I am busy long enough with James's antics or other activity, I might return to find a shelf cleared of games or books, a roll of toilet paper unfurled, or a cereal box relieved of its contents.
It's been a delightful year, little one. We love you so much! Happy first birthday.
