Look What I Can Do!

Tonight Clementine moved her mini lazy-boy chair over to the side of the couch, climbed up the chair, stood on the arm of the couch and jumped off. She sang "Happy Happy Nolan" the whole way home from school (a song that Cameron insists does not exist). She took off her own zipped up coat, velcro-ed shoes and too tight socks (without help from Mama). She did two somersaults (with help from Mama). She "stole" daddy's seat at dinner and pretended nothing was unusual about that. She helped me empty the dishwasher then tried to lick every dirty dish I put back in there. She refused to take bites of her dinner and instead swallowed several whole pieces at once. She laughed. She cried. She sat in time out (twice). She emptied the linen closet of all towels and washcloths and crawled inside to giggle and hide. She wrestled with Daddy and lost. She snuggled and kissed and gave Mama a hundred hugs.

She is a natural performer; I think she has a future in the circus.

She lights up our days (and our nights).