She prefers hanging with the grown-ups over playing with the kids and as much as I encourage her to go find a doll or a dress or just about anything in her room she's overjoyed to jump on my lap as if I were her own personal gym and jabber incessantly. Her voice is low like her mama but also squeaky like a mouse and she's always saying things that make me swoon. Like a few days ago when someone asked what her name was and she said, "I call me Coco." It sounded so cute coming from her little mouth, especially because it was perfectly parroted from me introducing her to people. ("Her name is Cora but we call her Coco.") Or at the park when I had to grab something out of the car and she took Melissa's hand and said, "Will you be my mommy till that mommy comes back?" She loves to ask questions--so many questions--and is known to repeat herself until your answer meets her standard. "Mama, why you doing that? Why you doing that Mama? Why you doing that. MAMA, WHY YOU DOING THAT?!" That never gets annoying...insert seriously long and dramatic eye roll. For a little girl that went so long without uttering a word she sure is making up for lost time and even our closest friends frequently comment about how much she talks and how well she talks. A lot, and really well.
When we drive in the car she asks me to roll her window down so that she can say hi to people and then she proceeds to enthusiastically wave and shout greetings to fellow cars, homeless people on the street, Bird riders and even trees and flowers if there are slim people pickings. She sings all the time, mostly Daniel Tiger songs, and will often chastise her siblings with music. At the table she'll tell Everett, "You gotta try new things 'cause they might taste good" and has been known to sing a fitful Quinny the song, "When something feels bad turn it around, and find something good." If I want a few minutes of peace during the day I will sit her at the table with a coloring book and ask Alexa to play Daniel Tiger music. If I'm lucky she'll sit and sing along, if I'm not she'll follow me around and ask if I want to sing with her! (Which I do...as long as we switch Alexa to Taylor or Ariana!)
For months she's been begging me to sign her up for a dance class, ballet to be exact, and I've been all--you mean basketball?! This sort of girliness that comes so naturally to her is far out of my wheelhouse, but I finally found a class, Two-Two Ballet, and it is exceeding all of her dancing dreams. The first day the teacher couldn't figure her out because she's as tall as an average four-year-old but has the coordination and comprehension of, well, a two-year-old. #tallkidproblems But Cora is loving it and I am all gushy seeing my baby ballerina dressed in her pink leotard and flats. She is confident in her love of princesses and babies and strollers and pink and my job of late is to sit back and watch this fancy little girl sparkle!
Who gets to go to dance today? ^^^This girl!^^^
"I'm excited to twiwl in my dance cwass!"
Oh, I love you Coco-bird!
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