We are still having fun, fun early wake up routine action. Not so fun for mom.

I kowtowed to my period migraine and took meds last night. Made promise to not breastfeed for 12 hours. Managed to keep promise, as beanie made her move on me this morning around 6 AM. Break Fast.

I am contemplating not shaving my legs anymore. I never said I was a role model. Yesterday I noted the really not-so-pretty look of my razor. I have to say, it's kind of ridiculous that I shave at all. I mean, I like the IMMEDIATE gratification of stubble-free legs, but I'm also blond. Really blond. My leg hairs are fluttery little duck feathers in the wind. They are barely noticeable, as I have noticed. The only reason I shave my legs is because I can't stand the stubble. And I quit shaving when I was preggie because, well, you try bending over in a shower to reach your ankles when you're bigger around than you are tall. The minute the kid was out and I had a razor? I shaved. I shouldn't have.

Beanie is a kick. She tries a lot of words now. We keep her guessing. "Beanie, (wait for her to look at you) Beanie! Say, "Duck!" (DUCKsch!) Say, "Dog!" ({grin}"DOGsch!") Beanie, say, "DaDa!" ("Dada.") Say, "Mama!" (quiet.) Beanie, say, "Mama!?" (moves across room yelling "CTAT!" (silent c))
I think we got her to say "BBQ" last night too. But Mama is apparently out of the question.

PF taught her the word "Juice" the other day, and apparently she was so happy she could communicate what she wanted verbally, she walked around cheering and clapping for herself. That's pretty awesome, I agree. But I tried to show Erica that Beans could say "Juice" in the car, while I was driving, and let me tell you, not only can she say it, but she knows what it means. I said "Beanie, say "Juice"!" and she did, and then started bawling because she suddenly wanted juice. Ugh. bad mama. And dumb mama took her down the sippy cup aisle at the supermarket too, with her pointing and crying "Juice! Juice?" FYI, her juice is like 10 drops of organic apple juice mixed with a gallon of water. So I can't just buy her a "juice" box. Too much sugar.
We got her Cold Stone Creamery instead. Don't worry, she only wants to taste it, and then she got down to play.

She has long, long conversations with us. She must be telling jokes, because when we say "Oh, really Beanie?" she cracks up. I have to laugh too, because it's ridiculous. You can't understand what she's saying half the time! But she laughs in the most self-satisfied way, like it's the biggest chuckler she ever heard.

I always said that I wanted a kid who was smart enough to have a sense of humor about herself.

I got her.