This little girl is overflowing with sugar most of the time. She sure has her daddy wrapped around her little finger. She is always asking "Where is Daddy?" and saying "I miss my Daddy!". When Heath gets home from work, she will run up to his car and climb on his lap before he is even out. If he makes it into the house before she sees him, she crawls up next to him on the couch and they just lie there, holding each other. The definitely have something special.
She uses that to her advantage. Every night after she gets put to bed, she sneaks downstairs to sit with Heath in front of the tv. He usually has some sort of snack, and she expects that. She looks up at him and says "I'm so hung-ary!" and Heath gives her some of whatever he's eating. She snuggles up next to him and expects to stay for a while. If I catch her, she gets in trouble, but Heath doesn't seem to mind them sharing a "nightcap" together. He loves his little girl.
She and I have good times during the day as well. Every morning, she will ask me if we are going to the store, or library, or to the park, or to a friend's house. If we are just staying home, she likes to watch Dora and Diego, and she likes to play Disney and Noggin games on the computer. She will say "Can I play on the Pa-duter...pweese?" She also likes to paint, play with her babies, and look at books. She has started finding words, and asks "What does this word say, momma?" I will tell her, then she repeats it thoughtfully, like she's trying to memorize it.
I know many of you don't know the history of why we call her Georgie. It may come as a shock, but that is not her real name. Her real name is Kennedy. All the kid's names start with a K, as will this next little baby. I loved the name Kennedy, and figured we'd call her Kenni for short. When she was about six weeks old, she was so dang curious about the world around her. She never stopped looking around. One time, she was up against Heath's shoulder, and she was peeking around, holding her head up, and watching everything. She not only was curious, but she also kinda looked like a monkey, with no hair, and ears that stuck out. I mentioned that she looked like Curious George, and after that, we started calling her George. The name stuck, and it soon became the only thing we called her. Then, friends started calling her that as well, and before we knew it, she was utterly and completely "George". So that is how her name came to be. She has finally accepted the fact that she has another name. She says it like "Den-deddy" but when we ask her what she wants to be called, she always says "I am Georgie!" There ya go.
We love our little Georgie. She brings such sweetness to our life.