Annabel has a mind of her own and she knows how to use it. She defiantly jams her little hand down my shirt as she nurses or drinks from a bottle. It's a habit she tries to duplicate with her father, too. It must her version of a security blanket.
She also seems to say no when she means no and yes when she means yes. She lights up at the prospect of going outside and even puts on her own sunhat (and leaves it on) when told it's a condition of her release into the world.
Last night after sitting up for an hour past her bedtime because of an upset tummy, she started digging her fists into her eyes. When I asked her if she wanted to go to bed, she looked at me with relief and said, "ayah."
So off we went to bed, she asked for Elmo and hugged him tight as I kissed her little head goodnight.
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