Squeaker has been walking more and more this week. She's gotten to the point where she can walk all the way across her play area. The big difference isn't so much her success in walking, but that she considers it her primary mode of transportation now. Her desire to learn what everything is called hasn't abated yet either. The only downside of this new confidence is that she's starting to be really stubborn about her eating. The bannana and apple pancakes were great for breakfast, but she found them wanting at lunch. Too bad for her because there are more left for breakfast tomorrow. We worry some that she's not getting quite enough to eat, but the bigger worry is that she's really started testing her limits. My hope is that if the terrible twos start at 14 months that they willl end early too. Twenty-two months of terrible twos would not be fair.
We did have a little trouble at bath time tonight. The end of bath routine involves my shooting baskets with her bath toys. I bricked Mrs. Pufferfish off the rim and kinda sorta hit Squeaker in the head. She didn't cry, Squeaker that is, not Mrs. Pufferfish. Mrs. Pufferfish seemed fine with a few more moments in the bath. Squeaker on the other hand was ready to be out of the bath.
Well Squeaker fans, that's all the news that's fit to print.
