Still Loves Reading

Here are some pictures of our little bookworm.
Lily just isn't Lily without her entourage of books.
When the story is over, she announces "Dee Ott!" (the end).
Chicka-Chicka-Boom-Boom. (Lily loves ABC's.)Clifford's First Snowday. (Dog-dog and Mo-man? Best book ever.)
Curious George and the Bunny. (A real page-turner.)

Poor Sick Baby

Lily has her first cold. She woke up Sunday morning with the yuckiest wet cough. She wouldn't do anything but cuddle and act mopey. She usually has so much energy that I can't pin her down to change her diaper, so seeing her all lethargic was very disconcerting. She didn't touch her breakfast either. Her little face and hands and feet were hot, so I figured she probably had a little fever. She took a very long nap and went to bed early.

She was a little better today - not coughing as much, had energy to play, and ate better. But now her nose has gotten involved. My baby is the one with the nose crust and more stuff running out. Gross. But she's not too bad about having it wiped. She gladly gets her own tissue and rubs her nose on it. You can hear her blow, too. That's kind of cute.

I think she's enjoying being sick, though. I caved and let her watch a movie on Sunday and another one today. She also got a lollipop. We've been cuddling on the couch a lot with books and coloring with crayons. She's getting juice and eating chicken noodle soup - emphasis on the noodles, because that's her favorite part. I mix the broth with baby cereal and she likes that, too.

I'm sure she'll be on the mend soon enough. I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that I don't catch what she has. It would be pretty miserable for us to both feel yucky at the same time.

Singing in the Bathtub

I think I may hold the world record for repeatedly singing "Frosty the Snowman." Lily implores me to sing it at least a few dozen times everyday. She's in a good mood - "mo-man." She's upset - "mo-man." She gets an owie - "mo-man." she just heard me sing something else - "mo-man."

For the last couple of days, I have tried making the song cooperative, thinking eventually she'd sing it by herself. Nope. It's fun for her to be more involved, so now I have to sing even more often. So I start us off...

"Frosty, the ..." (wait for Lily)
"(giggle) mo-man?"
"was a happy, jolly soul... etc."

Every time I'm supposed to sing the word "snowman," I stop and let Lily sing it. She stifles her laughs and whispers it. For other parts of the song, Lily has made up actions for the moments when she's not dancing around in a circle with her head leaned onto her shoulder.

"There must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found..." Lily pats her head.

"But he waved good-bye saying, 'Don't you cry...'" Lily waves.

Lily waving came about spontaneously. I never waved at that part, but she suddenly started doing that today. I think she must really know what's going on in this song.

During her bath tonight, I sang "Frosty" for her about 4 times, then started ignoring her requests for more "mo-man." I tried to focus on the crossword puzzle on my Nintendo DS (which Lily calls "dee-dess"). And, lo and behold, Lily started singing "mo-man" to herself. It didn't really sound like "Frosty" but she said "mo-man" a lot and went on for a long time, certainly trying to sound musical. I wanted SOOOO badly to get the video camera, but I knew that as soon as she saw it, she would stop.

I have to get sneakier with that camera, but it beeps and bings so much when you turn it on. Lily has bat ears or something, so when I turn it on in another room, she still hears it and comes running to see it. All hope of secretly recording her cuteness has vanished.

Still trying to get some new pictures of my sweet girl. She won't hold still for anything. Most of the pictures are nothing but a blur of adventurous baby.

Lily and Some Money

Yesterday, Lily discovered a small basket full of change inside one of my dresser drawers. When I heard her clinking coins around, I told her to bring me what she had. She brought them to me smiling and saying, "Mmmmm! Manny(candy)!" So I told her, "No, sweetie. That's not candy. It's money." "Mummy?" "Yep. It's money." She put the coins in my hand one at a time, then went on to her next discovery.
Later that day, I opted for some privacy in the bathroom, which I don't get very often. Lily was devastated that I had closed the door to the bathroom with her on the outside. She cried and slapped on the door, but I said, "Sorry, honey. Mommy wants to be alone for a few minutes." She pouted a little longer, but then it was quiet. While I was pondering what she could be getting into now, I heard my dresser drawer shut in the next room. Then I heard Lily on the other side of the door again. Then I heard change hitting the floor. "Mummy? Mummy?" Lily was trying to shove coins under the bathroom door! All I could do was laugh. It was so funny and cute and sad, all at the same time.
It made me think of my sister, Nancy, who, in order to get a playmate, often bribed, "I'll pay ya!"