Just to orient you . . . this is the door from our family room
into the garage. Fagin decided to wander out and smell the
"other-kitties smell" on the car. Leah is not allowed to cross
the threshold. So she stood in the doorway, wagged her finger
at him, and reprimanded him for breaking the rule.
Leah's concern for Henry's freshness is growing. She now goes and
gets a real diaper from her room. She puts it on, takes it off, puts it on . . .
Shortly after this picture was taken, Leah walked into the family
room with a toy in each hand and without the diaper.
(Teaching her how to use velcro was not one of our brightest moments.)
When Leah wants fruit she points to the fruit bowl. I pick her up, and
she points to (and names) the piece she wants. While I wash the fruit
she goes and gets a cutting board. In this instance Mommy wasn't fast
enough, so Leah retreived the washed apple from the counter as well.
Leah enjoying a yummy cup of imaginary tea.
Sharing the goodies with Henry.
And with Chicken Dance Elmo.
Seeing to the comfort of her guest.
Leah got the changing pad down from the counter, opened it up,
and placed Henry on it. He must have needed a fresh diaper.
Leah's doll has become an important companion.
She named him Henry.
Leah loves the 1970s toy record player at Grandma
and Grandpa's house.
It's an unjust world.
On a totally separate note . . .
Leah and I were reading yesterday morning, and we came
across a picture of zoo animals. Leah pointed and (accurately)
said, "Penguin." I was a bit shocked. Apparently Peter and Leah
have focused on penguins in another zoo book. It seems to have stuck.
"Penguin. Penguin. Penguin!"
That's two sets of pajamas and two hooded sweatshirts,
and it's 70 degrees outside.