So, since my last stories on Flannery we've accumulated a few more.
One day Flannery wandered into the bathroom and shut the door. Since the light was off I just waited a minute wondering what she'd do.
Nothing happened.
So, after a few minutes, I opened the door and went in.
She was waiting for me right on the other side of the door and as the door opened, she swept her arm out and said, "Come in!"
The mother-love in her continues to grow as well. Although it still shows signs of needing maturity.
The other day I was watching her kissing and rocking her baby and I commented to Brendan that it would be sweet if her behavior to her baby was any indication of how she saw us as parents.
As the words came out of my mouth, Flannery's "dowwy baby" went flying across the kitchen and smacked into the cabinets. Oh well.