Squeaker got to play in the snow for the first time this week. Fortunately her grandparents were here to enjoy it with her, because the daddy person had to buy groceries. I don't know that she's made the connection between snow and the 'nomen, but we were out on the town yesterday, and she certainly knows that the words are the same. 'no to the left 'no to the right, 'no on the cars driving past us in town.
Squeaker was completely unfazed by the snow. She looks in the second and third shots like her legs are in cement, but she spent much of the morning and afternoon trudging around happily. She would have been perfectly happy spending the whole day out there. It started sleeting during our second trip outside, so it seemed like a good time to go back inside. 
Although she enjoyed the snow, this week was a little trying for her. I am teaching again and haven't been around as much as I was during the holidays. Squeaker had her first conniption this week while I was gone. The jury is still out as to the real cause, but her Aunt Brite wouldn't let her have her way and ... well you know the rest. Lightning bolts from her eyes, fire from her ears, shrieks from her mouth, and demonic smells from her diaper, all the usual symptoms. She even flung herself on the carpet and banged her head, obviating the need for Aunt Brite to come up with some kind of punishment.
As I said, we have our theories about the real cause of the conniption, namely that she might have been upset because her dad wasn't around, but it may also have been the first salvo of the terrible twos. I kind of hope the former was the cause. It might be hard on everyone else, but it works out Ok for me. I was going to blame Squeaker's temper on her mother, but too many people saw me react to bad calls when I was playing high school basketball so I thought better of it.
I realized today that hasn't even been a month since Christmas. If you look back at my posts from then, I was hovering over her most of the time, trying make sure that she didn't go crashing into something sharp. Now I worry more about her running into the wall. It amazes me how mobile she's become. Rather than being terrifying, it has made things easier when we are hanging around the house. We have the downstairs reasonably baby proof. I can listen to her play from across the room or around the corner, but when she gets quiet, I investigate. We've also been practicing eating with a baby spork. She's been working on lima beans mostly. Not the easiest thing to start her on, but she loves lima beans so it guarantees her effort.
Well that's all I have for now. The poll will up for a little while longer. If you read squeakerpants.com you can vote, even if you don't know the secret handshake.
