Now, with bangs!

Now, with bangs!
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Now I hope the days of having snot all over her hair are mostly over.

Mind you, the bedhead makes it look a bit less tidy, but it doesn't look half bad, considering my scissors were more dull than I remembered.

New Photos, Y'all

Scamper!
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I've uploaded and labeled more photos, so check 'em out.

Other news: more talking, but I can't keep up with her vocabulary any more. She's apologizing frequently these days, I think because she thinks that she'll get what she wants (regardless of the laws of physics) if she just apologizes. I have no clue where that came from.

I gave Gaz her first sorta haircut today. I have given up on ever getting her to wear barettes to keep her hair out of her face, so I gave her something like bangs, kinda. I'll have to get some pix tomorrow.

Gaz and Proton are fighting over her fairy wings lately. Buncha weird creatures living here these days.

All About the Words

These days, it's words, words, words. New words, words used in fun new combinations, you name it, Gaz is doing it. We're starting to get more real sentences and words used more appropriately, which is the coolest. Gaz has sucessfully identified emotions in books and her Baby Einstein DVDs ("sad" is pretty easy, and she's always excited to point out happy faces). She's much better about indicating what she wants to eat accurately (not just saying the nonsensical "no," but requesting specific foods). It's all a blur of life getting simultaneously easier and more complicated. But hooray for words!

She still can't say "grandpa" so both grandfathers are "Papa"--Mark's dad is "Papa Pen" because he always has a pen or two in his shirt pocket and my dad is "Papa Dog" because he's got a big fluffy dog at home. Her little brain is the greatest.

Then there's the singing. She really loves "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" and she's started singing along (more with Mark than with me, but she likes to show off for Mama sometimes). She also likes "Ring Around the Rosey," particularly the "ashes, ashes" part. Oh, and the falling down part. Good times.

She looks like a tiny person these days, not just a giant baby. It's cool. One of these days I'll upload more pictures. But first, sleep!

Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle

(Not the Wiggles!)

We did Wiggleworms twice this week since we had some make-ups to work through. Yesterday was the regular class, and all kids were NUTS! It must have been the very nice weather. Gaz and Bella played and danced and giggled like adorable little maniacs before class started, and then all the hippos went berserk, as the story goes. Everyone was rambunctious, but no one freaked out too much.

Today's class was with Miss Tisa in a much larger room. There was a little boy her age to run around with, and run they did! During class Gaz hovered near Tisa and tried a couple of times to play the guitar and looked like she was about to sit on her lap once or twice. This class was at 11, an hour later than our usual class, and if I ever needed confirmation that the time I picked was the ideal time for her, I got it today. She was a bit more intractable than usual, and lied down on the floor in frustration several times. But otherwise she was fine. She went around to all the adults, patting them on a shoulder as if she was a little hostess checking on her guests. She hugged many of the kids, including one little girl she then accidentally nocked down. But no tears, so all good. She was really insistent that everyone put their shakers away as soon as Tisa got the box out, taking maracas and tambourines from the other kids and throwing them in the box as fast as she could. She really loves bubble time.

Anyway, after lunch there was the inevitable "I'm waaaay too tired" meltdown, so I think we maybe should shoot for an earlier time for the next make-up. I doubt we'll ever find one open at 10:00, so it'll probably end up being an early morning for us to get to a 9:00 class. Not having to deal with Gaz crankiness will be worth it, though.

New Annoying Tricks

Fake crying, complete with hands over the face, full-body heaving "sobs," and, if you're lucky, collapsing in a dramatic heap on the floor. Oh, it's a wonder!

And everything is stinky. Cat? Stinky. Dinner? Stinky. My breast? Stinky. Flowers? Stinky. If it can be sniffed by Gaz, it will surely be pronounced Stinky.