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Wishful thinking

Surprisingly, we had a great morning. The Gremlin woke up around 5:45, but seemed to be just talking in her sleep. I finally went in there at 6:25 and she was still snuggled up in a corner with her eyes closed, saying "dada, dada, daddy" over and over again. Then she got a wet nose in the face and that was the end of that. Then it was "doggie!" and the immediate need to get out of bed. At least she loves her fur sisters. Imagine what life would be like if we didn't close her door at night? I can envision the parade of furriness that would be in and out. The one time I didn't close her door when trying to put her down for a nap, her Majesty strolled in and nap time was officially over. "Kitty, kitty" was all she wanted.

Back to our morning. I wasn't holding high hopes, given the past few mornings and the teething situation, but she was as independent and happy as ever. Hardly wanted me to hold her, which was great. She even wanted to walk around by herself when we got to the nanny's and gave me a kiss goodbye and was off. It was one of the best mornings we've had yet.

And I discovered she knows where her tongue is and what "stick out your tongue" means. She also knows how to snap and what snap means (although her fingers don't make any sound, but it is adorable to see her snap on command). And when she hears the garage door open/close or the alarm chime, she says "home".

But the funniest of all is that she thinks any photo is a photo of daddy (except pictures of babies, dogs and cats - those are babies, doggies and kitties obviously - it is weird). We hung photos in the hallway and EVERY time we walk by one we have to point and say "daddy". She even pointed to the woman on the cover of a magazine today and said "daddy". Heck, she was looking at the Sports Illustrated cover with the Packers the other day and said "daddy". We wish Gremlin, we wish.

Here are some photos from our morning. Trying to eat toast with a fork (why not), dancing to Aunt Abby on the radio, brushing our hair and trying to fill daddy's shoes. Munchkin, no one can do that. ;)


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