Now that the weather's warmed up, we're spending more and more time outside. Ivy LOVES the great outdoors, and it's a welcome change of pace for me as well. She's at that age where you're basically just following her around trying to keep her from killing herself but at least I'm getting some fresh air and Vitamin D out of the deal now, and you know, that whole joy of parenting blah-blah-blah. I'll post some pics of these excursions as soon as I remember to take the camera out with us.
New stuff.
She's got a mouth like a Mako Shark including molars, fangs, tusks what-have-you.
She's still not making a great deal of sense, but some words are starting to emerge: No, Mama, Dada, Hi!, Baby, Wow and my new fave, "Shit."
She loves our pets, and enjoys fetch with Chico and gently touching Socko's paws then laughing like a crazy person.
She'll finally scrawl with a crayon instead of eating it.
She'll dance for food.
That last one is awesome.
5 comments:
i am not paranoid, asshole.
Should I change it to "hostile?"
you should change it to asshole bone.
That post is awesome.
I'm now more interested in what type of books you read her at night... I see quite a library there that puts Evie's "Cornelius P. Mudd, Are You Ready For Bed?" to shame.
Remember when you used to post? Boy, those were fun days.
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