We say bye to paci when you get out of your crib. Mr. Paci lives in the crib. However, you sign please and paci while peaking into your crib. What am I suppose to do? So we give in and you get the paci. Then we have to say bye to it all over again. Then the cycle repeats. Every morning...
You found a whistle and surprisingly knew what to do with it. Now you just want me to blow in it because I'm so much louder. Also you tried to put the pink string around your neck a million times. What is it with kids wanting to wrap things around their neck?
You can climb both of these chairs now. Watching you get on the rocker is my favorite. The cars ride wonderfully on the yarn chair.
You are gaining an affinity for licking anything that is raised. The ladybugs in your "Ten Little Ladybugs" book, the studs on the rocking chair, my toes. Sort of odd but I guess you are just figuring out the world.
Lately you want to fake cry when you don't get what you want. This picture on the right is the face you make. I feel bad that you cry but you don't need to jump off the arm rests of the chairs. I don't want you to break your arm or need stiches.
We are in the world of exploration over here. The toilet paper is almost always all over the bathroom floor from being pulled off, cupboards are left open with the articles strewn about. Everything is tossed down the stairs. You are learning and I am cleaning. It is fun!
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