New Haircut

Squeaker got her second haircut this week. It went much better than the first one. No tears this time at least in her part. The daddy person is a little sad, because we've blown right through baby to toddler and working hard at becoming a big girl. Squeaker an I went to the farm this week so she could 'play outside' and see the animals. We saw lots of cows, some fish, 'neigh neighs', a wild 'hopa', and some sheep. All of these animals were ones she'd seen before, but she sheep proved to be the most interesting.

Squeaker's grandmother aranged for the viewing at a nearby farm. I didn't get any pictures because she wouldn't let go of me. Sheep, of at least these sheep made her very nervous. When the biggest of ewe went baa it scared her so badly that she shook. They were Yankee sheep.
Sentence of the Week

"Big fish daddy hands down water." While we are at the farm, I caught a decent sized bass and it jumped out of my hands before she could touch it. Have a good week.

Bye Bye Diapers...

Well that might be a stretch, but we made a few small steps away from diapers. Squeaker has used the potty by herself a few times this week. I have photographic evidence of her success, but the executive committee suggested that we would be believed even if I didn't produce the results. We will keep you posted on how things are going. Squeaker is enough of a scientist that the novelty of seeing what she has done enough of a reward at the moment. Squeaker is pointing at rainbows while out of town for the weekend.

Sentence of the Week: Cows purple cows? See cows. Black cows. Brown cows. No purple cows.

New Feature: Sentence of the Week

I am going to add a new feature to the blog, the sentence of the week. Our inaugural sentence is not one, but three sentences for the price of one , "Madison play baby hopa. Daddy play baby hopa. Baby play baby hopa?" In case you've forgotten "hopa" is squeakerspeak for rabbit. For those of you who don't know, Madison is one of our cats. These sentences paint a pretty good picture of what happened at our house Thursday evening. Our cats decided to 'invite' a baby hopa into the house, where Squeaker and I were putting her toys away for the night. The Daddy person grabbed some gloves and picked up the hopa to escort it outside. In what was not his finest hour, he decided to show Squeaker that it was a real hopa. While I can say happily that the hopa survived that trip into the house, it's survival instincts told it that sitting motionless by the front steps would be a good way to avoid further run-ins with our cats. So, Squeaker did not get to play with the baby hopa.

I have the video I promised, but I am having trouble getting it uploaded. I will see if I can get it to work in the morning...

Calamari

Sorry I never ended up getting this post out last week. We got home on Sunday night and found that we didn't have internet access. The rest of the trip went well. The second flight didn't go any better than the first, but it didn't go any worse either. If the title of this post hasn't given it away yet, guess what Squeaker is eating... that's right she's eating squid, which in my defense was on the children's menu.

She liked the first two pieces, but after that sucked off the breading and spit out the squid. We also tried Speitzle (spelling is questionable here, but it as german potato dish), but she liked her chicken nuggets more. Our other adventure came during a trip to the swimming pool. Put in the water, Squeaker morphs into some kind of aquatic demon. She kicks her legs like crazy and in an unsettling voice yells "KICK!" over and over.

As I mentioned before her vocabulary is growing like crazy. So far her father has kept his cool on the road, so she hasn't learned any special words yet, but some of her favorite sentences from our trip are "shoes on, otter ocean, diaper dirty, socks off, more fishy, remember to use the zip code, book read, and other shoe. She also wants to walk everywhere and wants to drink from a cup like a big girl.

Well that's all I have time for now. She keeps looking at the screen and saying "Baby Picture" and jumping up and down. I have gotten some editorial comments about the wave incident on break. For the record the wave was not big. Squeaker and her aunt did not get knocked down, they merely got a little wet. Reports of my cowardice have been greatly exaggerated.

We went back to the children's museum this week, the one from March. I took a few pictures and video of her playing on the same places she played before. I will splice them together for next week so y'all can get a feel for the difference.

More Ocean and More Words

I think that hanging out with Squeaker as much as I have has started to affect my speech and thought patterns. Shortly after this picture was taken I was lining up another picture of Squeaker and her aunt when I saw a wave coming up fast enough to get them and me. I could have done many things at that point. What I did was loudly say "Uh oh!", and run the other way with my phone and my camera. They stayed dry. Squeaker and her aunt did not.

She has been busy learning new words during her time out here on the west coast. Among her favorites are ocean, sea otter (it might be see otter, we're nor sure), kite, one, bird, uncle, and big whale. She's getting good at grouping them into sentences. If you are lucky enough to hear her wake up you can often get a recap of the previous days events. As you can probably guess from her vocal, we have been to our first aquarium.

That's all the news for now. If you haven't been reading all week, go back and look at the last few posts. I decided for vacation to do a lot of short posts. I'll keep this almost daily schedule up until next weekend. And yes we had pancakes this morning.

Ocean

Squeaker got to see the ocean for the first time yesterday while we were driving down the coast.

This morning she got to do even better than that. Squeaker dipped her toes in the Pacific. It may be a while before she does that again though. While beautiful, our morning at the beach was no day at the beach.

It was about 60 degrees but the winds felt like they were 30 mph. She seemed to enjoy it even with the wind.

Landing

We're on the ground now with an overtired Squeaker. She did fairly well on the flight, but there was some crying. Five and a half hours on the flight and she didn't sleep a wink in the air.

Between wheels down and the gate she passed out. Aunt Brite cried and the Daddy screamed. The church bells all were broken...

We've found a Greek restaurant and have settled down for a late lunch and an early dinner. Squeaker seems to be enjoying her falafel.