Clementine has been out in the world for as long as she grew in my belly. I can hardly believe it. At least 15 times a day her dad and I will turn to each other and say with a sigh, "I love her." She's quirky and funny. Playful and adventurous. Strong willed and cheeky.
She dances as soon as she hears music, waves goodbye (usually a bit too late), uses me as a human jungle gym, is slightly afraid of cats, plays peek-a-boo, pets other babies on the head and loves to climb up stairs. She's the world's messiest eater (see #clemeats on Instagram) and when we nurse she sticks her hand into my mouth and pokes around at my teeth, which she thinks is hilarious.
She has this desperate need to be standing at all times. Twice this week she has let go of us and stood all by herself. I'm so not ready for her to start walking (because then she might as well be an adult) so I hope she holds out a while longer. But with this little monkey, who knows?