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Just Jumpin' And Chattin'

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Hugs & Kisses Over The Mobile

Wireless Technology Killed The Rattle

Yuula's got some new favorite toys. Sophie still makes her laugh when she gallops over her tummy and she never leaves home without her plastic keys (obviously) but a girls gotta broaden her horizons.



Her newest favorites are wireless in nature. Namely the phone and the remote. We have four remotes but she only likes the one for the TV. I think because of the colors. You can't tell because I only have that black & white photo but I'm giving you the opportunity to use your imagination here. I can't do it all people.



At this rate we're going to have to get her a helicopter for her 3rd birthday.

She's also taken an extreme liking to this little foam O. That's what I call it. Foam-O. She gets it in her mouth and goes ballistic. I'm surprised it survived yesterday.



Only problem is she kinda refuses to hold it in her hands while she gnaws on it so naturally it rolls/flings out of her mouth every 7.3 seconds and she, thinking the world has now come to a end, has a conniption fit. Even when the thing only goes as far as her chest or stuck with spit to the top of her head, it is now my duty to retrieve and reinsert. After one day, I hate Foam-O.



She was scooting pretty mightily yesterday as well, in all directions but forward. She's best at backwards. Scooted herself right into the corner. Would've kept going right under the staircase if that darn rocker wasn't there.



Laura is home today. I love these days. Gonna snow a lot. I smell the soup already.

Warming Up To It

It's tough to photograph falling snow

I'm having a hard time getting this house warm this morning. The pellet stove is a touchy fellow. His knobs must be in the exact position according to the current temperature, the time of day and the effects of Saturn in the twelve houses as counted from the Moon-sign during its transit. So maybe I miscalculate every now and then.



Laura is off to work and I'm home with the child, who on her own, has just decided to switch up her sleeping/feeding schedule. That's fine. I was getting bored with the old one. She's asleep now, so I can have a little peace, because when she's awake, she's loud. She testing out some new timbres and decibels and decided she likes the rash and loud versions the best. Expecially when that dadblasted moose is hanging over her. Then she's got a lot to get off her chest.



She's just lost her mind in general.



Her loudest yelps tho, come at the telephone. She just loves to hear her mothers voice over the speaker. She gives her a piece of her mind and tells her that if she doesn'y get home to feed her soon that Dad is going to let her drink from the Hennessy bottle.



I have her set up in her little playspot this morning, wrapped in my bathrobe and gave her Sophie. Being quiet this morning. She's usually not awake this early. We're watching Law & Order. It's a good one. Jack McCoy is sticking it to 'em.



Hey look, it's Alps & Roger.