Squeaker sat for this portrait while she was over at her Aunt Brite's house this week. At the bottom of the picture, you see one of her favorite friends, Bay-bee. Squeaker feeds Bay-bee with a spoon and bowl, something that apparently works much better in second person, or at least for her the imaginary food is easy to clean up. Bay-bee also has her own Hopa, that's Squeaker speak for all Bunnies, albeit with one big exception.
Not that the daddy person is getting nervous about the trajectory her play is on, but we decided to go to another basketball game this afternoon. We sat in the mostly empty student section. Squeaker loved the pep band, she danced through most of their sets. She got into the game enough that she clapped when everyone else did, which was fairly often, since the home team went on a 45-20 run while she was at the game. I can usually tell when she enjoys one of our outings, because I will get a very tender hug. I'm two for two on nice sweet hugs at basketball games. If only more of them started before bedtime.
Squeaker has gotten into sitting like a big girl. Most mornings she gets up and sits in the wicker chair in her room. She makes it a bit tougher than it should be climbing up it like the stairs, then turing around to face forward. She's tall enough that she can just sit down on it the normal way. Chairs are not the only place she likes to sit.
Reading books is not nearly as much fun if we are not sitting in Daddy's lap. I have to pay attention now when we are in the play yard, because she will come bounding over and thump down in my lap. The daddy person has had it easy in the play yard for the most part though. It has generally been possible for the me to lay down and rest my eyes during playtime. Not sleep mind you but lay back and listen to her play. Those times have ended now.
I still try and lay down, but Squeaker will have none of it. She stands over me and says "Up!", in a clear and authoritative voice. If I don't get up fairly quickly, which I usually don't, the command is repeated while at the same time she grabs a clump of my hair and makes sure that at least my head gets up off the floor.
That's about all the news that's fit to print. She's had a rough week with teething and a cold, but she'd doing fine otherwise. We're almost up to 17 months now. Sorry for the late post. The daddy person went to a friend's 29.97th birthday last night.
