Radio Silence

Hi All,
Just a quick post to let you know that I've not given up the blog (aka project) but rather, our hard drive fried. So, I have no computer access at home. Since I rather like my job, this will be the only post I do from work, and it's just to let you know that for the next couple of weeks there likely won't be any more.
Please do check in a couple weeks from now, I should be back on line. Keep your fingers crossed, we're hoping we didn't loose loads of photos.
One quick update:
One child's pullover - check
Five squares on my blanket - check
Half of Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone - check
Start of one more HP hat for knit along - check

Double-Digit Growth

Notice how early the multi-tasking starts? Why did I never think to mow the lawn and walk the baby at the same time?

Another spurt!

How are we meant to keep up? Every time we get the hang of what she can and can't do, she up and makes leaps and bounds. Things that she couldn't do just 3 weeks ago are now becoming old hat, and I really think she's doing it just to keep me on my toes.

She's scrabbling up the side of the jungle gym at our local playground, getting herself into her bath, and helping to mow the lawn (okay, that last bit's really just pretend.)

Did I mention that her ability to pretend is one of those things just exponentially increasing by the minute? Everything now is pretend and it's a hoot. The other night in her bath, she mimed grabbing my nose and stuffing it in her mouth. It was all fun and games till Mommy tried. Then, I was Mommy Dearest. She bawled. It was so freakin' funny I felt in danger of wetting myself, but she was really upset so I did my best composed-but-not-composed expression.

This afternoon as I was pulling her out of the car, she squinted up at me, reached out her arm, and pinched in the air, then mimes stuffing the "pinch" into her mouth. She follows this up with "I ate Mommy." Should I be worried?

Late this afternoon she saddled up to her play kitchen and worked like crazy. I finally asked her what she was making. "I making coffee -you. Sorry, Mommy, hot, hot, coffee. You can't have it." Hmmm, does she think we're teasing her with dinner. Sorry honey, wait a minute, that's still too hot. Makes me wonder.