Annika likes to sit with a book and read it to herself. Sometimes it is a comedy and she throws her head back and laughs.. Sometimes it is a drama, requiring deep concentration and dramatic pauses. Sometimes, it is top secret, so she whispers. Sometimes, it must be inspiring and she must jump up and dance. Often, all of these stories are in the same book. On the same page.
Her new expression of frustration is a calculated enterprise. She screws up her eyes in classic hound dog fashion and purses her lips out as far as they will go. She will often breath fast through said pursed lips or say "oooooooh, ooooooh". She can also fall to her knees and then her stomach. None of this is accompanied by crying or leg kicking. Like I said, this is all very calculated.
She can say flower, Jesus and like to sing along. Every song is made up of the words, "baby, baby" which are the easiest words of the song Baby Beluga. So now, every song's lyrics are "baby".
She likes macaroni and cheese, pizza and spaghetti. I feel like a very good mom when I feed her spaghetti. It automatically involves a bath afterwards. And laundry. And floor mopping.
Sad news. I cut her bangs. I never wanted too, but her bangs reached her nose and she only "lets" me put her hair in pigtails sparingly. I figured she could at least see if I cut them. But, she is a wiggly girl and I didn't want to blind her. So, they are uneven and kind of goofy. Lucky, she's still ridiculously cute.
I'll post a picture next post!
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I got tickled reading an old cookbook from the '50s one day and started laughing really hard at some ridiculous kitchen advice. My 2-year-old niece was watching, and after that we'd regularly find her perusing cookbooks and chortling in a big, fake way. Then she'd tell us she was "naffing a cookbook." Tiny, illiterate readers are the best.
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