Margaret’s penguin wears a tie.
This is how we know that he’s the daddy penguin.
Yesterday, Margaret took his tie off, and announced that she was going to go to work. So I tied it on for her.
She didn’t want it around her neck, silly Mommy.
So we tried it as a headband.
I think it works.
As her sister before her, Ellie is trying to figure out how to climb me. And so here are cute pictures.
It’s hard work, and sometimes after a good try, Ellie needs to take a break. She becomes somewhat distractible.
And she takes Margaret’s toys.
And sticks them in her mouth
Still, she feels suitably guilty.
And then gets excited by the stationary ceiling fan.
And for those of you worried about Margaret (Mom, I’m looking at you), you needn’t. She’s doing fine.
Why is it that children can find the least appropriate toys and then be completely mesmerized by them? Because it seems that the easiest way to amuse them is to give them something that can kill them.
She followed up phone charger with a fist chaser, so that’s something. Fists are perfectly healthy, right?
In our sojourn at Dan and Kate’s house, we learned something important about Ellie, due to her proximity to a mirror.
To be fair, we think she’s pretty awesome, so there’s no harm in her thinking it for a while.
So we are back in our house, and may I just say that I apparently don’t know what it is that I need in the mornings? Because I managed to move back without bringing a hair brush or socks. The fact that I found a hairbrush and a giant vat of unmatched socks in our house is beside the point. The point is that this morning was very fraught, as I tried to detach Margaret from her house. Luckily, she likes “going to school,” so that worked.
But she was very happy to be back in her house.
Hey! That works! Because Margaret could be Daisy, and she’s female and not married, so Miss is an appropriate appellation, and (and this is where it gets awesome, just so you know) Ellie was DRIVING her yesterday. So we had Driving Miss Daisy and it was factually correct.
Awesome.
Also, you people probably want pictures of this event. And I’m going to give you all of them, because they are so stinking CUTE. And Margaret was really good with Ellie, and only hit her on the head a few times. But to be fair, Ellie was grabbing Margaret’s steering wheel, so it’s kind of fair.
Anyway, two kids in grocery cart with two car positions up top. Cuteness follows.
All right, there’s only going to be two. Pretty much every night when I go in, I see her sleeping like this:
But sometimes, mostly naptime, she sleeps where she falls, and it’s awfully cute.
When she woke up yesterday, she was very worried about her ouchy that didn’t hurt, and I explained that sometimes when you sleep on the carpet, you get funny marks on your skin that don’t hurt. So that was exciting.
Trader Joe’s has an innovation that is both awesome and terrible – the tiny grocery cart. Margaret and Ellie and I went there last Friday, and Margaret practiced being a grown-up, with none of the responsibilities to pay for her groceries, or even avoid crashes with the grocery cart.
It was a little nerve-wracking, and left little time for picture taking, because she was loose in the grocery store, running into people and displays, and putting things in her cart with giddy abandon.
Anyway, she had lots of fun, and wants to go back.
I think we might wait until she’s a little older, at least if I’m going to be jockeying Ellie as well.
On the other hand, she cheerfully does a lot of the loading and unloading work of grocery shopping, so there’s that.
So that’s something to consider.
Apparently keeps the doctor away. I wonder if this is like garlic for vampires. Anyway, Margaret is big into apples eaten All. By. Herself.
Not that she finishes her apples, but she enjoys trying.
Ellie, meanwhile, is working on her pincer grip with puffs, though she seems to have misread the instructions.
You’ve got to give her credit for trying, though. And boy, does she try hard.
So we put Ellie in a swing at the park.
She was dubious, and then she thought about it.
It was at this point that I stopped taking pictures, because when she thought, she decided that she Did. Not. Like. It. Not. One. Bit. and so I had to take her out of the swing.
Margaret, however, loves swinging, and is getting RIDICULOUSLY BIG.
Not, mind you, big enough to swing herself, but still big. She’s going to outgrow the baby swing any minute now. Sniff.
*You know, that I took a picture of, because I am not being the super-blogging mommy that I was with Margaret, but I blame two things: first, this whole job thing is really getting in the way of my wasting time on the internet, and second, MARGARET is refusing to nap, so I lose a huge chunk of my available blogging time. Which doesn’t actually excuse not taking pictures, but still.
