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Bella is showing signs of becoming a toddler, and I am totally not ready for it. I remember celebrating every accomplishment with the boys, eager to see the next one, but this time, its different. I am so conscious that this time is short, soon the word "Mama" will become "MOM!" (hear that yelling behind this word). I am not ready to give up the bottle or stop picking her up. I'm not ready for the infancy to be over, but she's growing...and gaining her independence and she is letting us know. A high pitched scream lets us know when she is not happy when you take things away from her like the remote control or my cell phone, at her brothers when they are constantly in her face wanting to kiss her or pick her up, or when I sit her down on the floor and she wants to be held. Today, for the first time, she wanted to play at church and walk along the chairs, needless to say, I enjoyed my first service ever in the back vestibule watching the service on tv. This is all minor to the absolute joy this sweet little girl brings us not to mention laughter. She loves to read books, dance, play in the tub, ride on her brothers shoulders, be held by Mama, and kiss her Daddy. She does not like getting dressed, having her hair done (she pulls out every bow and pony tail within minutes of me getting it in) or her diaper changed . She doesn't flinch at the constant "rock band" of her brothers going on all day long but covers her little ears every time the garage door goes down when were coming in the door. She wants nothing to do with vegetables now that she is on table food. She lights up our world...all 22 pounds of her.