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I lost my entire post!

I had posted about how we are still getting over colds and I am sick of my snot. Beanie is also making an awful lot still, and she won't let you wipe it.

Moe told me this past weekend (before we all headed to Apple Hill for our first excursion there this year!!) about a friend who sucked snot out of her infant's nose and then spit it out. I viscerally felt ill just from imagining that. I'm part horrified, part fascinated. I keep shoving Beanie's snotty face at her dad saying "Suck her nose out, c'mon, do it!!!" but he ignores me. This is because Beanie will actually blow into a tissue.

It's still hard to get her nose area clean, though. Babies just don't care if they have a boogie wavering in the breeze. They don't care if streams of snot are heading to their top lip. Luckily, Beanie is not a taster, because I'd gag. But she really hates having her nosie wiped. We tend to REALLY get it done in the shower, or after a bath when she is sleeping and you can dig a little. I personally cannot stand breathing around embedded crud, so I am projecting that onto my little daughter and will clean it out as soon as I think she is deeply asleep. Forget nasal bulb aspirators, by the way. Those are no good once they hit 1 month and can writhe. Sometimes when she is awake, we wipe as mush as we can and then try to bulb it, but you only get one nostril and you have to WWF her down.

One of the funniest things she started doing, besides the face I posted above (that's been her "face" for about 3 months now), is stand in the middle of the room making that face and "blowing" snot bubbles and snot from her nose. She also likes to hold the tissue and wave it while she's rhythmically blowing snot. She will copy you if you are blowing your nose, so we routinely take advantage of modeling it for her.

Other funny and precious things she does:
~Grunt like she's pooping if you start grunting yourself. Sometimes this triggers and actual poo, so I think she will be relatively easy to potty train.
~Laughs if she farts and you notice.
~says half words, like train whistle, which comes out "Taiynnn...Whisss." Or "Shabazz the Cat" which comes out "Baz cTat" or "Seamas! Uh oh!" which comes out "Maish...Uh oh!"
~She sneakily feeds the dog and cats from her high chair. She will watch us to make sure we don't notice (but we always do) and drop food or lean over to them. They love her.
~She copies us when we do the "W" shrug and say "I don't knowwwww-owww".
~When you tell her "Beanie, go grab your FAVORITE book and I'll read it" she will stop whatever she is doing, toddle to her bookshelf, pick out a book, and then toddle back to throw "Goodnight Moon" or "Zany Zoo" or "Pat The Bunny" in your lap. If you just say "Grab a book" she might come back with a magazine or something. It's almost as if she knows what "favorite" means.
~She can find her eyes, ears, nose and point to them if you ask her to find them. I had no idea she could do this until last night.

I know it's all normal baby stuff. But it's so exciting! Part of me screams "you're a f*cking GENIUS!" and the other half knows I read about this in the Sear's Baby Book, so she's basically on track with her peers and nothing to get excited about. But it's soooo exciting!

You forget how fun it is to discover new things until a kid starts discovering stuff that is old hat.

I remember when she was tiny and precious and snuggly and I didn't want her to grow up. PF remembers this too. We just wanted her to stay a baby. We thought we'd be sooo sad when she started turning into a "kid".

But it's hilarious! I can't wait until she starts telling bad jokes and helping me make cookies and everything else that little kids do with you.

Every moment is so great. Almost never does she make me mad (unless she bites the tip off my nipple and then I'm just in pain and can't stand to be around her for a couple of minutes. And yeah, it hurts like hell) and usually she makes me laugh.

Last night I got down on all fours and chased her around the room playing peek a boo/catch me if you can. I have the rug burns on the knees to prove it. She couldn't stop laughing.