Multitasking is now a thing of the past in our house.
Meg is now like a Visa card, she is everywhere she wants to be, and some places we really wish she wouldn't go. She crawls up, and down, stairs. She stands on the changing table. She climbs anything and everything, including her parents, and when she reaches the top of her present Everest she keeps climbing as if a ladder from heaven is just out of her reach. She no longer likes to be held or cuddled, using both her palms and knees to push off and try to escape. The only time she is willingly babied is when she is hurt or tired, and those moments are becoming fewer and farther between, so we are treasuring them all.
Meg's verbal skills are becoming more and more impressive. She now speaks in full sentences, even if most of the time we are not sure what she is saying, or if she is, in fact, speaking Czech. There are a couple phrases that are very recognizable, like "what," and "thank you." We also knew exactly what meant when she said "oh, shit," and have spent the last week deciding who is to blame. I would just admit it was me, but I don't say "shit." I say "fuck." I think it was grandma.
It's strange coming back to such a big kid after spending a week with a newborn. For instance, Meg now looks like Jaws, even though she only has five teeth. She is putting them to good use though, eating everything and anything, and biting her cousin, Luke, when he doesn't do exactly what she wants him to do. I will eventually tell her that is not appropriate, after I stop finding it funny.
My favorite new thing that Meg does though, I mean, even more than the biting, is the kissing. Yesterday when she and Ryan came to wake me for my birthday she leaned in and gave me a smooch. It was the best birthday present I could have gotten.
Oh, how we love our girl.