Suzi and I spent half the day out shopping. She was such a good helper and we got several compliments on our ring sling. We went to the mall to pick up a gift and while we were there we found this:
It's a Melissa & Doug Pound and Roll, and while it said it was for 2+, I'm pretty sure Suzi is gifted so I picked it up anyway. She's been pounding the fool out of those wooden balls! As a bonus, this toy makes no beep-beeps and plays no annoying songs. My heart swells with puerile joy as I watch her wield the hammer. It's stinkin' cute.
Another cute thing she's picked up? The concept of ownership. The other morning when we were sitting in bed she grabbed her Sleep Sheep, placed her hand on her chest, and said "Me. Mine." She keeps saying it about other things, which may or may not be hers. The other day while we were sitting on the couch together she flung herself on her daddy and declared that he was hers. I was highly insulted that she didn't claim me as well, but after a few minutes she indulged me.
She has been having a tough time with teething. I thought it was bad when those first four teeth came in, but now she is cutting several molars! Ow. Here she is hurling her Pound & Roll balls at us two at a time. She has been kind of testy lately.
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