Friday, December 2, 2011

21 Months

Fancy is 21 months old today. 3 months shy of 2 years old. How did this happen?! She is learning so much every day and is a sponge. She's loving daycare, er, I mean "school," and knows all her teachers' names. Sometimes I think she is super smart, and then she usually does something like run into a wall or trip over her own feet. Kids.

Here are some of her current stats:

  • Can say her name.
  • Can point out a cow, duck, horse, sheep, frog, rooster, bird, donkey, kitty, pig, doggy, and a few other animals and make the noises they make. 
  • Weighs about 26 pounds. She must be losing weight with all that whole grain, organic food at the Child Development Center. :-) 
  • LOVES fruit snacks. Eats way too many of them. 
  • Gets 1 Flinstone vitamin every morning. And we usually leave the apartment in tears because I won't let her have two. I figure she'll learn one of these days. 
  • Talks. All. The. Time. And usually so fast I don't understand it. 
  • Can "sing" Itsy Bitsy Spider. And by sing I mean do the hand gestures and somewhat make out the words to the tune. And then claps for herself when she is done. Modesty is a virtue. 
  • Knows sign language. Apparently they teach them at school. And we didn't know this for a couple weeks. I thought she had some weird tick developing but it turns out she was just saying "thank you." 
  • Refuses to use her sippy cup at a restaurant. Actually threw it at Matt last night because he had the audacity to hand it to her when she said "drink." He now knows that straws are way cooler than those lame sippy cups. 
  • Is still super attached to her "me me." That's her blanket. Carries it everywhere. Which means she drags it through every germ there is in OKC. We have about 6 that we keep on a wash rotation. 
  • Understands the theory of relativity. Doesn't understand gravity. 

Hanging out with Annie at the ranch. Emma misses her "doggies!"


We put her to work over Thanksgiving. Never to early to start them on chores. You'll notice the "me me" in the backrgound. On the floor. Getting dirty. 


"Hey Honey, do you think KFC is still open?"
(Don't mind the junk in the background. We're packed in this apartment like sardines.)




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