Life with Dayla. 22 Months.

The last four months has introduced another stage in my story of parenthood. I have been meaning to write and share with you, as I believe that the blessing of this stage significantly outweighs the challenge. I am LOVING it. Everyday I wake up I am anxious with anticipation for what the day with Dayla will hold. This new stage? The blossoming of words and personality.
Dayla is talking up a storm. Most the time it is one word, two words or the occasional three words together, but it is amazing the difference a word makes. She is also learning new skills that shine a whole new light on life too (opening doors, putting on her own clothes, playing pretend with her babies). For the first time I am learning about WHO she is. She has likes and dislikes. She has imagination. She has her dad’s sense of humor. She has personality! And I just love her. She is spirited. She is funny. She is thoughtful. She is kind. Every day is a new experience. Every day I get to learn more about her and I fall in love with her even more. Every day, as I see her watch me and copy what I am doing, I am encouraged to be a better person. Each day for the last few months I have woken up thinking, this is it, this is the best. And each day it gets better. Here are some tidbits of who Dayla is.


  • She dances. She loves to dance and requests it most days. Techno is her favorite. She made up a dance where we put pillows on our heads and then dance around. This gets her hysterical. Just yesterday I introduced flashing the lights while dancing and she giggled with glee.


  • She takes care of babies. Every day we have gotten into the routine of putting her dolls down for a nap before she goes to sleep. She also has taken to wanting to dress her dolls (since we have no doll clothes, she generously gives hers to baby) and feed them, nurse them and walk them and burp them. My favorite part though is that now in our Young Families group at church there are lots of new babies and Dayla loves to take care of them too. When we go to play group I will say, “We are going to see Tabby” and Dayla says “and baby lette” (Charlotte) “and Hannah” I say, and Dayla reminds me “and Kate”, and so on. I just love it.


  • She is a girl. We just got a wonderful new batch of clothes from my sister and from our friend Erin and our friend Jen for Dayla. We are so blessed to be gifted clothes and absolutely love going through the bags. Upon going through each bag my Dayla will find the pinkest, gir-li-est outfit there is and pull it out and ask to put it on. My favorite was when she pulled out the cheetah print velvet pants and exclaimed, “Mama, SO PRETTY”. Now I know that the level of girly and “princess” in a girl is NOT handed down from her parents. Turns out they are born with that. The best part is that we have a new set of clothes she is ecstatic and wants to change her outfit several times a day, usually dresses. Ah, my little girl.


  • She still loves fruit and hates vegetables and meat. I have a fruititarian.


  • She loves to try on OUR clothes/shoes. Talk on our cell phones (she calls phones “hello’s”). Hold the keys. And graciously reminds me to take these things as we head out the door.


  • She is not so good at sharing, but has mastered trading. I am proud. She has also mastered hoarding, but we won’t talk about that much. I am assured by most moms that it is a 2 year old thing.


And that is life right now with my Dayla.  Pictures will have to come on the next entry.

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