Bitsy’s nickname is slowly morphing into Bizzie. Why? Because she is so BUSY.
She insists on feeding herself. And baby food? Fuhgeddaboudit.
She loves blankets and stuffed animals. And pots and pans. And sticks. And the kitty. And throwing her plates on the floor. And dumping out cereal onto the floor. And grinding the dumped-out cereal into the carpet.
She is bossy. And has quite the teeny temper. Trust me – you do not want to be on the receiving end of her wrath.
She spends a considerable amount of time pounding on the back door and saying, “Out!” Even when it’s snowing. On the last day of April.
She can growl! She even has different growls for different animals. Monster growls, dinosaur growls, “I am Bizzie and I am going to get you” growls. Really, it’s quite amazing.
She is currently trying to master a somersault.
She can climb. Todd found her on top of the piano a few days ago.
And…she loves to JUMP! On my lap, on the couch, on the bed, on the trampoline, on the bean bag chair, on her ride-on lion, and especially on her bouncy seat. She can make that thing catch air!
She is a non-stop blur of motion from the moment she wakes up, and sometimes…she wears me out.
But this morning, when I crawled back into bed for just a few more minutes of sleep after dropping Daniel off at Driver’s Ed, I saw her fluffy blonde head snuggled up next to my pillow, and all was right with my world.