my, how they grow so fast

Mya is now sticking her tongue out on cue. She is dancing, swinging her hips from side to side, at the first sound of aome catchy music. She is walking exclusively, crawling only to reach her favorite toys from underneath the couch and ottoman. Her hair is long enough to alfalfa it, yet curly enough to warrant a kind stranger to say that she is the cutest kid she's ever seen. This was when her Auntie Arlene took her out, and the stranger also asked if she's a sista, because of her semi-fro. She has a few different types of cry, my favorite of which is her tearless, manipulative one where she's half smiling, and trying to get your attention. The rolls of chub on her legs are slowly disappearing, replaced by muscle and sinew. Her face continues to catch up to the growth of her nose. Now, she is responding to tickles, whereas before, I thought she was immune. Joanne gave her a ticklefest last night and she couldn't stop laughing.