neat and clean

While daddy and I were finishing up our pizza tonight, you came over to the coffee table, got a hold of a napkin, and promptly wiped your mouth with it. Then you crumpled it up and walked into the kitchen, and a few seconds later I heard the trash open and shut. Then you came walking back in as if to say "well, that's taken care of, what next?" Daddy hadn't entirely noticed what was going on, so I told him, and of course he laughed because you are so silly!

After dinner it was time to pick up toys, so daddy took you around and asked you to pick up various things. I was so surprised that you knew where everything went. You pushed your ride on toy over to its parking space by the lamp and parked it quite nicely out of the way. Your toy drum went right next to the fireplace, and you even carried your laptop over near the toy basket and set it on the sub speaker. The books all went on the shelf, the wooden pegs into their slots and the whole thing onto the shelf with the books, lego pieces in the wagon, and all the cars/trucks in the basket. Then we cheered and clapped once it was all picked up. Such a helper!

kisses for everyone!

Today you figured out how to climb in and out of the tub. You juuuust get your leg over the side, and then you slowly transfer your weight and sort of slip into the tub. You need some assistance from the toilet when you're getting out, but you're quite good at it. Every few times you climbed in today, you'd stop and talk to me for a little bit, making hand gestures, and then resume climbing in and out.

Tonight when daddy asked you where your nose was, you said quite clearly: "nose?" Then you pointed to his nose, and then reached over and pointed to my nose. So now we're working on mouth.

After dinner tonight you were on a running rampage as per usual. Except tonight you would come running over to daddy from the kitchen and blow a kiss ("mmmmm-aaaaa!") and then you would hold your hand up to daddy's face for him to blow a kiss too. Then you'd run back out into the kitchen, sometimes all the way into the living room, and then run back to daddy to blow more kisses. Must have gone on for 10 minutes.

nose?

So daddy's been working with you on where your nose is. Not that you need to know per se, we're just trying to teach you some things :-) When I went to pick you up from granmommy's house today, she said that for some reason she had mentioned your nose, or asked you where your nose was, and you awkwardly but clearly pointed to your nose. She was so surprised she asked you again and you did the same thing! So I asked you later on in the day and you put your finger right on it, and then put your finger on my nose. It really is rather cute.

Then this afternoon you were itching to get outside--and I don't blame you since we we've been cooped up inside with all of us being sick. So I fashioned a fence from chairs, and daddy propped up some heavy boxes too and then I brought your lawn mower outside. You went around in circles: on the concrete part by the deck, then over onto the grass and around back onto the concrete. Every time you came around again to get on the concrete, you had to tip the lawnmower back to get over the edging. It was so funny to watch! It was like you were tipping the lawn mower just like you've seen daddy do.

blow your nose

Since getting sick Thursday and ending up with the inevitable runny nose, you've figured out a way to help yourself out. But you don't quite have the timing down... Today as I've repeatedly wiped your nose and been blowing my own, the little wheels in your head have been turning. At one point this afternoon, I heard you making blowing sounds out of your nose, and then you came walking over to me with a ginormous snot wad coming out of your nose. I tried to show you how to do it when I had the tissue in front of your nose, but alas, you would not blow until I took the tissue away. It's happened several more times since then! And of course when you come over to me you're always trying to get at it with your lower lip... yuck! But so funny!

picking up toys

This afternoon we video chatted with nana for a long time. At one point she started playing some music you'd never heard and you just stood in front of the computer and stared, with your mouth kind of hanging slack. Then we started dancing and doing hand motions and you got a big kick out of that. So did Nana!

Tonight you picked up all your toys! Daddy would point to something and say "can you put that away?" and you would pick it up and put it right where it goes. He even stacked up a bunch of books for you and asked you to put them away, and you walked over, picked them all up pressed against your little chest, and carried them over to the bookcase--giggling and smiling to boot! You even knew where daddy's big long brewing spoon goes (behind the toy basket) and at one point were down on your belly looking for more shapes under the couch! The measuring cups all ended up in your cupboard in the kitchen, and the tuna cans from this morning's shopping trip made it into the pantry. Such a helper today!