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I really love this kid. She is fun and really very well-natured. I love her crazy blonde hair. I love her little voice.

She has the sweetest little jabbery nonsense all day filled with lots of "oh!oh!" as she explores the world around her

I love it!

She has been my most patient and gentle child . . . as a little baby.

More recently, the word she has perfected best? "No!"

This morning I got her out of her crib and asked her for a kiss. "No!"

"Clara, let's change your diaper."
"No!"

She is such an opinionated and sassy little person! Maybe because she has been such a patient little thing, she's just fed up. Tired of getting taken advantage of! :)

Yesterday as we were sitting in the van, I reached behind me and tickled her cute-little-chubby leg. To my surprise, instead of giggling, she pulled her leg away from me, scowled at me, and growled "eehnh!" You know, the sound that big, ornery kids make when they are whining about someone teasing them? My one-year-old gave me major attitude!

Sometimes I push her because, surely, she can't know what she's saying. She can't really be telling me NO all the time. But whenever I do, she lets me know that she knows full-well what she's saying and gets really mad when I don't listen to her.

"Here, Clara. One more bite."
"No."
"Come on. Just one more bite."

Followed by me trying to sneak it in.

Which is inevitably followed by spitting food all over herself and me.

At this point in my life, I really should know better . . . but how can one so small, have such strong ideas about things?

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On second thought, after considering . . . um, a couple of other people in our family . . . don't answer that.