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Hippidy Hop

It's been a long week.

I went to the doctor, 2.0 went to the doctor, I think I got my milk over-supply issue a little too under control - with lots of trial and error and lots of screaming (from both me and 2.0), the nanny came here for a day and 2.0 turned 6 weeks old. Phew, what a week.

We did have some fun, though. On Monday evening the Gremlin, 2.0 and I went to a concert in the park across the street. It was awesome. 2.0 clung to me in the Bjorn like the little monkey he is and the Gremlin ran around like a crazy fool she is. The musician played all kinds of music, including some kids' songs. At one point he asked all the kids to gather up by him while he played the Freeze song. Every time he stopped playing, the kids had to freeze exactly as they were. You try to explain that to an 18 month old who NEVER stands still. Every time the music stopped, she would say "uh-oh" and then laugh at all the kids standing still and do a little dance. Then the music would start up again and she would keep dancing. It was hilarious.

At one point, I was talking to a friend and she was running around with some of the other kids and a little girl - maybe 5 years old - came up to her and took her hand and started walking her around. The Gremlin just followed her around as if this was a perfectly normal thing to happen. The girl's mom came over and took the Gremlin's other hand and walked around with them. The whole time, the Gremlin is just looking up at these people like "what the he!! are you people doing?" She didn't freak out or do anything, just looked very perplexed. Finally I called her name and waved to her and I think that was when she realized I wasn't standing right there with her. The mother walked over with her and explained she was trying to protect the Gremlin from getting trampled by her own daughter. Ha... trust me, the Gremlin can hold her own. I wasn't the least bit worried about that.

Seems the Monster has developed a taste for French toast and eggs. I have mentioned before that the Gremlin likes to feed the Monster. But lately she has started realizing what is hers and that if she gives it to the Monster it is gone. We've been trying to teach her the "leave it" command, but it seems like she's picked up on something else I tend to do instead...she stands with her feet hip-width apart, one hand on her hip and pointing the index finger on the other at the Monster and yells "NO!"  I think I need to modify my behavior a bit.

But it's not like I don't have good reason to do this. Two days this week, after the Gremlin was done eating and I took her out of her chair, the Monster stealthy slinked over, looked over her shoulder to see if I was watching (or at least close enough to intercede) and then put her front paws on the highchair and stole the left overs. It was done before I could even get over to the chair. At which point I stood with my feet hip-width apart, one hand on my hip and pointed the index finger of the other at her and yelled "No!" I can't imagine where the Gremlin got it from?

Lastly, we seem to have a surplus of bunnies around here. The Gremlin has two and 2.0 has three. Not to mention the live ones that are living (aka pooping) in our front yard. The Gremlin LOVES the bunnies and we taught her that bunnies go hippidy hop. So when you ask her what a bunny does she say "hippidy hop" and bounces up and down. As does what ever toy she is holding in her hand. It is quite cute. Especially first thing in the morning when she has bed head, is standing in her crib and laughing with you.

I think I'll keep her. :)

2.0 enjoying his bath, thank God he doesn't scream bloody murder like his sister did.

 

 

Someone has developed a shoe fetish like her daddy.

  But on the plus side, she will now let me put clips in her hair. :)




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