Vada loves-
To be swaddled, she's almost 9 months old and still has to be swaddled and nursed for bedtime. Although when I go get her in the morning she broken free and is usually asleep on her belly.
Food. Any food. The only things she does not like are avacado's and jarred potatoes and I guess I could say she doesn't like the Ham and Turkey baby food but by the smell of them, I really don't blame her.
To nurse. She is definitely a comfort nursing baby. She likes to know that I'm still there and her food supply has not run out. My milk supply is ridiculous so she has nothing to worry about.
Her daddy- No matter what is going on, when daddy walks in. I'm invisible. It's really quite amazing. If daddy is in for the night she wants to sit on my lap and stare and smile at him. All. Night.
Doggies and Cows- When we come home usually at least one dog is here and you can a cow moo or two. She loves to pet the dogs and try to kiss Sam. She really likes to stare at the cows.
Vada hates-
Being told no. We have started really getting into "No, Don't touch that. No, Vada don't eat that. No, Vada we share our toys". She doesn't like not being able to do whatever she wants.
When mommy leaves to go anywhere. I had Jeryl watch her while I went to the dr. and while I was gone she was good for Jeryl but did not like Grandpa Mark and Uncle Ryan talking to her. Little stinker.
Having pants on. If she could roam all day in a diaper, she would be as happy as a clam. But saying as it's 20 degrees outside, I'm a mean mommy and force her to wear some form of clothing and pants.
Her carseat. She's fine once she's in it. It's getting her strapped in and pinned so she can't move she hates. Which I can't say I blame her.
Bedtime.
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