For whatever reason, blogspot doesn't prefer that I post pictures tonight. So, I'll try to do more tomorrow night. For now I'll just tell stories on Flannery to satiate the grandparents.
The other day I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom and Flannery was standing on top of the toilet playing with Brendan's shaving brush and soap cup. Playing with soap got a little exciting and crazy and the soap cup fell on my baby toe. I yelped (It's still bruised) and knelt down to huff and puff over it. Flannery watched for a minute. Then, she put one arm around my neck, and with her other hand she lifted my face up and looked at me very intently. (To see if I was faking??!) After determining that I was in real pain she said, very articulately, "I'm sorry, Mama."
Singing is a new pastime as well. She goes around the house singing "Rock-abye-baby" which sounds like this, "Ock-a-baby...teetop" and "Happy Birthday" which comes out "Happy Day Go" Not sure why that one has a "go" in it.
In other news, she has also fallen deeply in love with her baby. She spends several minutes at a time kissing it and periodically nurses it.
Of course, sometimes I've been called upon to perform these motherly tasks as Flannery has quite busy days.
She also loves "cooking". This usually involves getting up on a chair to the table and mixing whatever ingredients she finds - generally cream and sugar. Vigorous stirring ensues until the bowl or cup gets some momentum of it's own and goes flying across the room.
I'm really trying to not be a freak about the messes but that one kind of caught me off guard.
Well, that's all for now. I'll try for more pictures tomorrow.
ShroneyO