She's been getting them a lot lately...
Which means she is growing.
I know, I know, that could be an old wives' tale.
Could be, but for her 'tis not.
Every time she has a growth spurt, she hiccups.
It would drive me insane, but Miss Thing?
Apparently it doesn't bother her one bit.
Guga sent us some warm pajamas recently.
You know, when we had the freak cold snap.
At first the only part that fit was the torso.
Oh, yes, the arms were rolled thrice...
...and the legs? A pool around her ankles...
...if they would even stay "on" her feet.
Tonight? Only a week or two later?
No rolling of the sleeves. Not even once.
The feet stay in place with minimal pooling.
Perhaps I should check if her shoes still fit.
Since last time I waited 'til she told me "ouchie"...
...and she was wearing a half-size too small.
In other news, she counts, with consistency.
To ten or to thirteen, as she is so inclined.
Then it's off to seventeen through nineteen.
Apparently fourteen through sixteen are exiled.
In other, other news, she sings.
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star is a favorite.
As is, we just learned tonight, the Alphabet Song.
A through P are hit or miss, save the H and P.
Q through Z are absolutely known in order
As is the ending, but good luck understanding it.
I think that about covers it for this evening.