As some of you know already, my one and a half year old, Hannah, is a handful. Her uncle, who has a soft spot for her, has named her “Hannahful.” She’s sweet as anything, but physically strong, fast and determined. She’s a climber. She’s a runner. She’s an explorer–a pull-off-the-shelfer, a turn upside-downer.

She’s also a cuddler and a thumbsucker. About thirty times a day she takes time out for a cuddle with me. Sometimes only for 10 seconds at a time. The other day, though, we rocked together in the glider for a good long time. I started singing to her, while she sucked her thumb and rubbed the corner of her blanket under her eye. Then I started just singing “doo-doo-doo” to the melody. I didn’t think she was lisenting.

And then I stopped singing. After a few seconds she sat up and said “I uh Doo-doo.” (I want doo-doo) So, I continued singing “doo-doo-doo-doo” as she sat back content again. A minute went by and she started singing along with me. “Doo-doo-doo-doo.”

Now just humor me and say, “Awwwwwwwwwwwww.”