Clara has decided that her new favorite word is "happy". Really, no complaints from here! My favorite is that she now starts singing "happy" whenever the day is going her way. While both Hank and Clara have a good 12+ words in their vocabulary, it still never ceases to amaze me when they add something a new one. For a few days, Clara was saying something that resembled "abby", but with a few more days and some more context, it seems like it really is more about being happy. It is hard to know what is going on in their little minds, and while they are so expressive in some ways, emotions remain elusive to gauge. Does Clara actually mean she is truly happy? I will never know for sure, but I suppose we take the joy where it is offered.
These days are crazy. With both babies (toddlers?) on the move, it is not surprising to see them in all kinds of questionable places. They both love to move chairs around the house and use them to climb onto unacceptable heights. Hank took a terrible fall off the couch two weeks ago, managing to bloody up his nose and bruise both eyes and nose bridge. I was just a foot or two away when it happened, watching the whole thing. Isn't that how these things always are?
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