Today we received bonifide confirmation that Sputnik is indeed a boy. He is measuring right on target at 48% percentile and is currently sitting breech. Hopefully he'll re-situate himself before long.
I started feeling him wiggle around about a week and a half ago so it's nice to know he's kicking around in there. Just like with Lydia, I'm not really showing yet. I have to be nakers to really tell and only The Husband gets those kind of privileges (if that's what you want to call it).
Lydia has no awareness of the brother that is coming and, really, it's kinda tough to explain to a 19 month old who lives in the ever-present and NOW something huge that is coming in five months. We'll have to wait for the time to get closer and for her to level up a bit.
Speaking of Lydia, she is growing by leaps and bounds lately, especially her hair. Sometimes I think she could use a bit of a trim -- it's getting in her eyes -- but when I mention this to The Husband he yelps as if hurt. I would pull it back into a ponytail but she won't let me mess with it. However, there is someone at daycare she will trust her red locks to. I wonder how they gained that trust? She came home this afternoon looking like this, and I about died from cuteness:
Sometimes she tries her own hand with her hair. At her cousin's house last weekend, she figured her Aunt Cathy's potato soup would make a wonderful hair mousse.
And the speaking, oh! the speaking! She's a veritable chatterbox, even if she's telling you a story in complete babble. She'll pull out a book and tell you all about it in her own language. She knows some of the Queen's English, too. She's got perhaps 15 to 20 words she knows and uses, and she will parrot back just about any word you say to her. This can get you in trouble if you aren't thinking about what you're saying around her.
There's an attitude there, too. She will point her finger at Renton if he gets too close to her toys and say, "No no no!" Sometimes she points that finger at us. She's got sass.
Lydia's got a kind heart as well. If you ever need a hug or kiss, just ask her for one and she is always willing to oblige. She gives the sweetest kisses. There is just no better thing she could ever give me.
