London is defiantely Regan's daughter when it comes to the computer. It is very common at our house between work and school, that if Regan is home, he is on the computer. Whether it comes from watching dad or if it was just built into her brain, London LOVES the computer. It is a common occurance for London to pick up the laptop flip open the top and start typing. Since Regan introduced her to disney.com it has only gotten worse, since she now understands how much fun she can have on the computer. She loves playing the games and listening to the music. It won't be long before she is typing her own blog. It is hard to believe as I look at her typing away concentrating on what is usually a blank screen how big my little girl is getting.
The problem is London thinks she is much bigger then she actually is. Whenever London is around other kids, it is very apparant that she is convinced that she is much older than two. She feels right at home with the 4-8 years old in the neighborhood, but if another two year old wants to play she treats them like a baby. She is normally pretty good about knowing her limits, but around older kids she tries to do everything they do. We were at a ward activity where they had rented a big bouncer for the kids, she ran right over and got in line with her "friends" from the neighborhood (I think the next youngest child playing was 4), when I informed her that I thought she was too little to go into the big bouncer with all the big kids, she informed me, "No, London's big, sissy's little". This is also funny because the big kids have learned that London doesn't expect to be treated any different than them just because she is little, she can hold her own bouncing on the tramp, going down the slide head first or chasing after them. It is a regular occurance lately for me to hear a knock on the back door and one of the 4-5 year olds in the neighborhood is asking if London can come out and play. She even got invited to her first birthday party for a four year old who insisted to her mom that London be invited because she was her friend. As a mom this new stage has been very weird for me as I still think of London as a baby. I just wish she would grow up enough that I could reason with her about bedtime.
She amazes me daily with how much personality she has in that little body of hers. As much as she may frustrate me at times, she couldn't be any cuter. She is constantly getting dressed up and dancing around the house. Her latest love is ballet, she puts on her leotard and ballet shoes and dances around the house for hours, especially when the Barbie Nutcracker movie is on. Quite regularly as we are playing outside, the neighbor girls will come out in their dress-ups and London has to run inside and get her Barbie dress so she can be just like them. It is funny to watch how her personality changes as soon as she is all dressed up. She poses and gives me her pretty faces as she prances and dances around. It is obvious she feels very fancy in her dress-ups. On Sunday as I was getting dressed in my skirt for Church, London started with one of her favorite questions "Why?". I explained to her that we wear skirts and dresses to Church so that we can look nice when we go to Jesus' Church. She got very excited and ran into her room, when she came back she had put on her ballet skirt over the leotard she was already wearing and with her ballet shoes on informed me that she was ready for Church. It was quite a struggle explaining to her that although that was a skirt it wasn't quite the appropriate attire for Church. In the end we settled on pink skirt which I convinced her was just as beautiful as her ballet outfit.
On a daily basis I'm reminded of just how quickly my little girls are growing up. I can't believe Kennedy will be one next week. No matter how hard I might try to convince myself, they just aren't my babies anymore. Before I know it London will be getting all dressed up for the prom instead of just to dance around the house. Luckily, they still let me hold them and snuggle every once in awhile and they make me feel needed (sometimes too much s0), but I better enjoy it because I'm sure it won't last, as my little girls are definately growing up!
