I love it when...

I love it when she sings the alphabet.  She always starts with "Q".


I love it when she turns into a tiger right after her bath, before she is dressed, and she roars at me from atop her bed.


And I love it when she can't hold her tiger composure any longer and she collapses into her blankets in a giggly-wiggly mess.


I love it when she bursts into song and then dances to her own singing, whether it is "Ring Around the Rosie", "Jingle Bells", "Old MacDonald" or any other tune she produces from her sharp memory.


I love it when Larry and I are talking over her head at dinner and she reminds us that she is here and she is a person too and she wants a part in the conversation, darn it!, and she talks with authority (though not always in English) about whatever is on her mind.


I love it when she wraps her hands around my neck and says "I love you Mama".


I love it when she reads a book to herself or me.  And I love that her words are starting to make sense with the stories.


I love it when she is in her swing and says "Higher, higher, more higher!!" and then squeals with delight when the swing chains slack for a second and then catch her again.