Monaloca

At a year and a half our spunky little girl is full of love, hugs, and squeals (including what we call her her frustrated pterodactyl screech). She still loves routines, and asks for night night time by 8pm each night. She was the only one of us to adapt to east coast time in the week we were away. (Melina, Joey, and I just stayed up late and slept in. Nalani’s clock must be tied to the sun.)

She waves and calls bye bye to Kai and me when we leave the house each morning, and knows that shoes come off when we get into the house each evening. The other day I had to circle the block several times before finding parking in front of Melina’s preschool, and each time we passed the school Nalani let out a half-panicked, half-confused yelp.

Nalani has Joey’s temperament to a T. She is totally chill, goofy, and music- and fun-loving the majority of the time… until she’s not. There’s no slow warm-up with this girl; it’s all or nothing. She’s been throwing full-fledged tantrums for over a month (Joey says she’s more stubborn than him), and also has frequent moments where she she needs to do what we call a “reset” (basically pout and take a breather without interruption) when little things don’t quite go her way.

She’s also testing limits, including pounding a toy on the glass doors to Melina’s room even harder when I told her to stop. (I took away the toy. She got another. I took her into another room. Problem solved.) She loves to play, and loves being outside. She says a toothy “cheese” for the camera, tries to snap her fingers, attempts to repeat a good half of our words, and follows Melina’s every move – when she’s in the right mood.

Happy year and a half, baby girl!

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