
First Kiss

fun in threes, sometimes fours
the girl

The Girl has added some moves
Maja commented about preferring pictures of L to pictures of a very blue 55-gallon drum. (I didn't provide a translation, but trust me, that's what she said. To which K replied, "I just hope we won't become known in the neighborhood as 'those people with the blue barrel'.") And then Nana and Papa mentioned the lack of Girl pictures of late.
How did this happen? Are we not doting anymore?
Well, we have been taking pictures. I just haven't been posting them.
How about a video instead?
Last weekend we were in Charleston. Fun city -- European, old, classy. At least that's what I heard. I didn't get to see much because the Girl decided to get sick, and I stayed with her in the hotel.
Dziadek and K went to see the USS Yorktown

And Fort Sumter

Looks like fun.
Meanwhile, L and I sat in the hotel room, playing games, laughing, napping, and having a generally nice Saturday.
We start cleaning up all the toys the Girl has managed to drag out. And believe me — in the space of about 3 nanoseconds, L can pull out every single toy in every single toy basket and toy box in a given room.
Bath time. L loves the bath. She doesn’t love getting ready for the bath. She gets testy, cranky, and whiny. But before we can take a bath, we have to potty. This could be optimized, but we’ll return to this later.
Bath’s done, dressing begins. This can take anywhere from twenty seconds to five minutes. Like most things, it depends on how cooperative the Girl is. She’s able to put her arm out in anticipation of having the sleeve of her sleeper slipped on. (How’s that for alliteration?)
Bedtime, with watered down juice and some kisses.
The girl wakes up crying. She stands up, flings the bottle to the floor, and begins howling. Time for Potty II.
Having had an enormous BM, the Girl is ready for sleep. At this point, the obvious hits: “L, why don’t you do your business before the bath, when I set you on the potty chair and wait in full anticipation?”
“Because that would make your life too simple, Tata,” is the probable answer.
Intermittent crying as the Girl tries to calm herself back down and fall back asleep.
Greenville has a zoo -- a small zoo, but a zoo nonetheless. We took L for her first visit Sunday.

She most liked the giraffes, but seemed generally thrilled with everything -- especially the way I was toting her about at times.



As usual, L made friends with everyone.

And clearly, I wasn't the only parent running around the zoo, trying to document everything my child does.


All of L's linguistic development is in Polish currently. But that's an entirely different post...
L is understanding more and more spoken language every day. She brings things to us; she takes things from one person to another; she puts things back; she gives hugs -- all when asked.
She also recognizes people in pictures.
"Pokaz Papa," I say.

"Pokaz Nana," I ask.

Dziadek, Mama, Tata, L, Babcia, Papa, Nana -- each and everyone she recognizes. (Babcia is in a different picture, though.)