Workin'

I asked you if you would like to go play at Monika's house the other day. She offered to watch you, as she always does. You considered it for a moment. Said, "Toys?" I guess you were thinking of all the possibilities. Then you said, "Kitties? Workie?" I assured you that Monika's cats would be at home and not at work today. I'm not sure what they do for a living, but I'm pretty sure they don't get paid, My Haven.

Just Letting You Know

The past couple of nights at dinner you have looked up at daddy and I from your supper and told us, quite matter of factly, "I fussin." You had been eating contentedly (or so I thought). I'll say, "are you fussing, Haven?" And, you'll say, "yeah," very nonchalant. I'll ask you what that sounds like and you will proceed to fuss. And, then it's over. You got it all out and you move on.

The Latest

Let's see, your newest doings:

1. Instead of "hold it!" now when you want to be picked up you say, "hold you tight."

2. I love asking you what you are doing. A few minutes ago you said, "I playin', though."

3. You say your name as Hamen.

4. You are more affectionate.

5. You are about 3 hand fulls sometimes. You have got your mind made up about where, when, who, how long, you name it. And, you are hard to dissuade. You are stubborn like your mama.

6. You kiss your own muscles.

7. You snort like a pig when I put pig tails in your hair.

8. You sing to yourself. Most of it doesn't make any sense.

9. You love to be read to. Besides your roller suitcase that Nana gave you, books are your favorite toy.

10. You are actually getting better about going into the nursery at church and at MOPs. You don't cry anymore and when I ask you if you want to play you say yes and are ready to go.

Apples

I don't always know what goes on at the house when I'm at the gym in the evenings. For instance, when I got home last night from spin class you were in the bathtub. There was a half eaten apple floating in there with you.

You got out of the bathtub, walked over to the trashcan and said, "glass. Pick it up!" Over and over again. I wrapped you in a towel and walked in to the kitchen to ask Daddy if something had broken. Apparently he gave you water in a "big girl cup" and you did well with it until you decided it should be thrown into the tub. Where it didn't survive the journey.

The apple? It took a bath with you. Then, when Daddy was putting you down for the night you came to give me a kiss goodnight. I was in the tub. You saw the apple. You asked for the apple. I obviously wasn't appreciating the Apple Essence enough.

Daddy told me after you were put into your crib that he attempted to take the apple from you. But you turned over on your stomach and tucked it underneath you and said, "Baby's, Baby's, Baby's." He left the monitor in the bathroom so that I could make sure you didn't choke. I don't know who made up that saying about taking candy away from a baby...