Baby J. Meet My Books
So, this is what happens when the baby discovers the bookshelf...
My poor books
The Nerd Gene?
Nerdy Laugh
Where do babies get their personalities? Baby J. isn't even 11 months old yet and she has so much of it. She's developed this nerdy laugh. That's the only way I can describe it. She scrunches up her whole face, and she snorts while laughing. None of us laugh that way. Is there a nerd gene? Was my daughter born with it?
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Christmas Cards
We went to Target today to get Christmas cards with Baby J. on them. We chose one of the pictures from the awful Sears photo shoot (the one picture that I actually liked). We picked out a card pretty quickly, and we were surprised when they came out how good of quality they were. I highly recommend target after this experience. They were cheap but looked really good, and it was so easy to set up exactly what we wanted with the pictures we wanted. Ah, relief, a good retail experience. How quaint a notice in this day and age.
Tomorrow is a semi-daddy daughter day, in that I'm letting my wife catch up on some sleep, so I'll be handling all the baby duties in the morning. The little one is getting cuter every day. She's started howling like a little wolf while putting her head back. We have no idea where she learned this. We've never played her any videos of wolves, but she's acting just like one. It's really strange but really funny. We crack up every time she does it. She's also taken to sitting on the floor and spinning herself around with her legs, like her butt is a spinning top. Every day, she seems more and more like a regular kid and less and less like a baby.
* haha, I originally wrote "spitting herself around". I must be really tired.
Chaos Ensues
I love my lids
Kitchen Baby
Baby J. in the Kitchen
Baby J. loves playing on the kitchen floor. She prefers the kitchen over every other room in the house. She doesn't even need toys if she's in the kitchen; she'll just crawl around on the tile, grunting and cooing at everything, saying "tay tay" to call the kitties. My wife gives her tupperware dishes, which she then takes and flings about the kitchen, sending the lids skidding underneath the refrigerator or stove. I can only imagine the oddities we'll find under the fridge some day now that we have a kid.
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