And, the glory of Cally is many things.
She, much like her sister, is a little chatterbox. She can communicate so well, and she has such a sense of humor. She picks up on people's expressions, without us even knowing. She's a little echo. Joey said this morning, he could hear her calling up to him studying in the bedroom. Eh, it's Kunta Kinte! (Joey had been watching clips from the movie Coming to America - there's a whole extra post I can write about Joey - and Cally now likes to mimic how Joey repeats this). Only, for Cally, whose c's and k's sound more like d's or t's (she says her own name is Dally), it sounds more like this, Eh, Din din teh!
She still sleeps in our bed. And, I'm fine with it. In fact, I love it. She starts in her own bed, but inevitably wakes up anywhere between midnight to two and I'll carry her in. In this last week, when we were off for CNY, she had three nights when she came in well after 5 am. Two of those nights she came in when we were waking up for the day. And, while I'm fine with her sleeping in her bed all night, I've found myself waking up those days missing her.
She loves to dansh. Most nights that we have dance parties in our living room, it has been her idea. Topping her favorites are the Black Eyed Peas and Lady Gaga. We should have bought a disco ball and some flashing lights for her birthday.
And despite all this growing she's doing lately, she's still my little baby. When she's tired and needs to snuggle in close for comfort, she nestles into my neck or puts her nose and mouth on my chest. Funny, the memory of nursing still seems so close for her. She was my longest sucker, by three months, and she definitely seems to remember doing it.
I'm glad. I'm not ready for her to be so big just yet.