Well, due to pregnancy blah, instagram, polar vortexes, etc. there are no longer cute monthly photoshoots/updates happening over here. But I do like keeping track of what Gwen's doing so here we go. She's talking more every day and it's hard not to want to tell every person about every new word. Some of the best:"pastis"- pasta
"hop hop" - bunny
"appasauce" - applesauce
"uhpease" - help please
"ess eww" - bless you
"puh puh" - pillow
"ket ket" - blanket
"ne" - gwennie? me?
And of course "mama" and "daddy". Never mind the fact that every woman is mama and every man is daddy. Like, we were flipping through a magazine the other day and on one page, Abraham Lincoln was "daddy" and on the next page a young Asian kid was "daddy". But anyway. She treats Hop and her other buddies like she's their mom and rocks them, leans down and talks to them when they're in their stroller, introduces them to me, gives them bites of her snacks, washes them with wipes, takes her clothes off to put them on them. It's just precious. She likes to draw and Regan swears she's left-handed (like him). She prefers to have a pillow with her for reading, diaper changing, pretty much anything. Her favorite place in the house is wrestling on the bed. Followed closely by the basket of blankets behind the couch where she can stare out the window and see all the dogs and birdies go by. In the last week she has had some rough tumbles, a pukey sickness and she's started (fine, perfected) tricking us into stalling bedtime and other adorable/not adorable tactics. Basically, she switches between baby and big kid about 20 times a day. I can't wait to see her
