Lady Harriet is a Gem

Lady Harriet, in just the last two weeks, has hit that prime age.  The age that makes me want to have a baby every year just so there is a one year old a year later.  She's darling.  Yesterday I was trying to fold clothes and Harriet was gleefully pulling clothes out of the basket and tossing them everywhere.  When I said, "Harriet," in a mock-stern tone, she giggled.  When I grabbed her she writhed and twisted and tried to crawl away while I still had her.  Priceless.  I love the escape mechanisms of a roly-poly-oly.  Then she put Eli's underwear on her head and laughed for a good minute at her own joke. 

Lady Harriet is not only my happiest baby, she also has a fantastic sense of humor.  The other day I was sitting on the front porch with her and we watched Cowen run by holding a stick in a basic jousting position to hit the fire hydrant.  He was sort of loping along and Harriet thought it was hilarious and laughed like a maniac.

Not to mention how much fun she and Eli have together.  My sister, on her blog, called Eli the "baby whisperer."  An accurate description.  He walks by and Harriet convulses in hilarity. 

Harriet has also figured out certain things in life.  For example, if all the other kids are brushing their teeth, if she squawks very loudly, I will let her chew on her own toothbrush.  She knows that if she crawls to her daddy and says, "DA DA DA DA DA!" she will always get picked up.  She knows that if I lay her down on the change table I'm going to make her hold still, and she immediately starts twisting and protesting and trying to stand up.  

She's also standing without support for 30 seconds at a time, and the other day she took three steps to get to me.  I love watching babies learn to walk.  Love it.  Harriet is so solid looking and perfectly balanced when she stands there, that it makes me laugh when I try to get her to walk to me and she melts to her knees the instant her feet hit the floor. 

This morning she held my hand while I fed her breakfast, she's gotten the hang of hugging my neck when I hold her, and when I laid her down for her nap this morning she smushed her mouth next to mine in an almost-kiss.  Lady Harriet--you are a delight.