It's A Tough Life...

...but someone's gotta live it.

Nothing much going on here. We are getting ready for Nana to come tomorrow and getting the last of the Christmas presents wrapped. We have mastered "bye bye" with a double backwards wave. We are getting "ah oh" down when we purposely drop things. "Dada" is a favorite word and she is starting to associate it to the right person. She can say "Mama", but it's just another word at this point. She is starting to help with getting dressed. She used to hate putting her arms in her sleeves. Who doesn't?

Tonight she purposely let the dogs lick her hands after she was done eating. It must tickle because she laughed pretty hard each time they did it. She patted Jordan on the head and then gave the fur on her head a good tug. We knew she would eventually terrorize them, we didn't know it would be so soon. Sweet Jordan just sat and took it. The pooches have been excellent with her, just as we thought. They are both protective of their little sister and they are great helpers after meal time making sure no crumbs are left on the floor or highchair.