I mean her… I swear! Okay, so maybe part of her behavior comes from me… like talking to myself. Even full blown conversations, complete with hand gestures. Even in my sleep. But the raspberries on the fingers – that’s all her and the faces…. what a little actress…. And the sleeping in the dog crate… And the construction worker gig too. She is a social butterfly where I was a wall flower – shy, shy, shy. Shy is the LAST word I would use to describe Tot. She even had us meet new neighbors l last week, just walked right up and started playing with their kids. No names needed, just a willingness to have their toys taken over by the Totinator. I’m considering writing a cartoon or book starring her as a Tot-sized Maxine with photos of her facial expressions. At bedtime tonight, we prayed for the people affected by all the tornadoes. And she had a lot of questions which I tried to answer truthfully without making her fearful. But I had to laugh when she asked if the tornado sucked up bugs. And I had to cry for those who have lost loved ones. I cannot imagine life without all my loved ones, especially my littlest.
