While the whirlwind of the big milestones is behind us, we're now on to adventures in talking. Last night, Kyle and I went to dinner and Claire busted out her patented reach-across-the-table-to-simultaneously-hug-your-arm-against-her-body-and-melt-your-heart move. Then she looked up at me and said "I lu loo". Seriously kid, are you trying to make my heart explode? I felt like the cartoon of The Grinch, when his heart grew 3 sizes. It was one of those mom moments that you are incredibly grateful that someone else was there to bare witness because you would feel like a lunatic trying to convince someone else that it happened. To be clear, Grammy taught Claire to say a 1 year old version of "I love you" last Saturday, which was a jaw dropper of it's own, but this was the first time that she used it on her own and in the right context. Coincidental? Maybe. Do I care? Not in the least!
Here is quick video of Claire's "I love you". It's quickly becoming her favorite thing to say.