I feel that Hannah has not gotten near enough attention on my blog. So I would like to spend some time telling you about my second child so she doesn’t grow up with some sort of second child complex (see Court I have heard your pleas).
Hannah is 17 months old and still not talking so she isn’t quotable yet. Unless you count animal noises, which she is quite fluent in. What I find so humorous is the animals she knows. She can tell you what a dog and cow says, but also a jaguar, fish, seal, bee, snake, and monkey. Oddly enough though she won’t do kitty, sheep or horse. Seems as though we have a baby more keen on exotic local than the farm. Maybe she will be a world traveler.
Now, I will admit, I have been very concerned about Hannah’s lack of speech. She signs more a lot. Mainly whenever she walks into a kitchen. When we go to my parents house, she immediately heads to the kitchen cupboard where my mom keeps her stash of licorice. She runs from the door to that cupboard doing the sign for more the whole way. This baby loves to eat. Somehow she is still in the 15th percentile for weight. I can only pray that this metabolism continues into adulthood.
Hannah loves to giggle. No one makes her giggle more than her big sister. She normally wakes up before the rest of us and spends the early morning hours playing with her daddy. When she hears Lily getting out of bed, she runs to the bottom of the stairs and waits for her to come down so she can give her a big hug. Few things give me more joy than watching my two girls become such good buddies. They hold hands in their car seats, dance around the living room and giggle at their own private little jokes.
But make no mistake, she is Daddy’s girl. She looks like him. She shares a bunch of personality traits with him (love of food, bad gas-oops did I just write that?). Her face lights up when he comes home and she cries when he leaves in the morning. They love to go on stroller walks together and often times Hannah will grab her shoes and coat and bring them over to him to remind him it is walk time. Sometimes she will throw me a bone and snuggle with me, but when given the choice she will usually go to him. I don’t mind cause there are few things sweeter than a daddy and his daughter. Just remember who pushed you out in 2 minutes with no drugs missy.
So despite the fact there are probably more pictures of Lily, that Hannah has no baby book (than again Lily’s is pretty pathetic too), that she lives and plays with mostly hand me downs, and that you don’t get at much bloggy love…Hannah, you are such a joy and so very loved. Thank you for keeping a smile on my face.