Like a ticking time bomb (one that McGyver can't stop, of course) Kylie is rapidly approaching the one year mark. The crazy part is that Nat and I have not been on a dinner and movie date since before she was born. I guess she is an ooooing and cooooing real life reminder of how fast time is going. Luckily, the stars aligned tonight (I was off, gpa and gma were home, Nat had no other commitments), and we were able to leave Kylie at gpa and gma's for a couple hours while Nat and I did a fondu dinner and a movie. We both decided that we couldn't possibly love and adore Kylie any more than we do, but sometimes a date night is just what a couple needs. It was great.
During gpa and gma time, Kylie continued to display her unorthodox (but effective) communication skills. She reminded everyone in the house that Nat and I were gone by: pointing at the door, saying mamma and dada, making a sad face, and then waving bye bye. Does it get any clearer than that?...I mean for an 11 month old? It sounds like that was about her only sad moment (besides getting a toe stepped on during play time), as the rest were filled with music, food, toys, and laughter.
The rest of her day involved a chiropractic adjustment, playing with Uncle Kyle, walking and napping with dad, and pushing anything with wheels all over kingdom come. She loves pushing her babies around in anything that will carry them.
more to come soon,
Craig
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