Hannah Banana

I need to throw a word or two out about Hannah. Her first year of life was very difficult-so much crying!-but as she is growing up, she's brightening our house and really bringing us a lot of joy. That sounded super corny, but I don't know how else to say it. She is developing so differently from Leah; I usually tell people that it's like having a first baby all over again. She says three word sentences 'no more beeps' (read: I don't want any more grapes), she is into everything, she rips books, eats play dough and crayons, sucks on marbles, and wears everyone's shoes. It's exciting to us because these are things that Leah didn't do-she wasn't curious about her world and the whole concept of 'entertain oneself' is still something we really struggle with.

One of the most adorable things to us is the relationship between the two girls. They are constantly taking care of each and trying to keep tabs on the other. Hannah gives Leah a kiss when she comes home from school; Leah sets Hannah's place settings at the table and gives her juice when she cries. They act like they've been friends for years.

Hannah found a bag of butterscotch chips, dumped it out and had a feast. I decided to let her eat as much as she wanted before cleaning up. It didn't last long. Guess I won't be making scotcharoos for a while! Sorry Brian.

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Brian said…
I didn't comment last night because I figured people are probably tired of hearing me jump in any and every time to say "Awwh! Our kids are soooo cute!!!"

But now I'm sad I didn't speak up because no one did!!!(at least on day one of the post...)

Hannah is so adorable. If I'm not her #1 fan, then I want to be as close of a #2 as I can.
September 15, 2008 at 10:38 PM
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