She has this little shopping cart toy which she loves to empty and climb into. Then she'll sit there looking at you with her little feet all folded up under her smiling like a Cheshire cat because she DID IT! Yesterday, she added a new twist to this, she emptied out all the stuff from it and then got a clean folded t-shirt off the couch, and was carefully placing it in her shopping cart, apparently for comfort's sake. I about died laughing over this.

She also likes climbing on chairs and tables and well, let's be honest here, anything that goes up, for God's sake. And once she's reached the summit, she'll smile at you with twinkling eyes and you fully expect her to do a dance in the endzone or something. This has lead to some near misses, where you walk out of a room for a second to grab a glass of water and come back in and she's invited the Moscow Circus over for a rousing round of acrobatics on chairs.

She's dancing, too. We had this radio at the house and it was tuned to Alice, so a little "pop"py on the music, but she was singing along and dancing and smiling from ear to ear.

And she shakes her head yes and no, although I am not always clear she knows what they mean. But if you tell her "No, no, no, baby!" she'll shake her head no and grin at you. And she's learning to nod yes, when I ask her, "Do you want some Na-na's, Gennybug?" (Na-na's = nursing) Well, that and she wiggles all over the place makes, uh-uh noises and climb up my lap and lifts up my shirt and starts screaming.

This morning, her Daddy told her,"Hey, let's go outside with Momma." And she looked at him and said,"Otay!"

Cute, cute, cute.