Anabella and Santa -- Part Deux

Guess fake Santa just didn't cut it.

Anabella and Santa

Luckily she liked Santa a lot better than she liked the Chick-fil-a Cow.

These are a few of my favorite things -- Part Deux

Anabella asked me to share some of her new favorite things with you.

1. Throw things with great force onto the floor and then say "uh oh."
2. Climb up on top of the bathtub surround and start screaming my head off when I realize I can't get down.
3. Stick things in Winston's butthole. Why stop at fingers?
4. Bang my head against the wall, floor or refrigerator when I don't get my way.
5. Give open mouth kisses. This is Frankie's favorite.

No DNA Test Necessary

This is definitely my child! Today, she very carefully took her sippy cups off the table (one of ice water and one with milk) and then WIPED UP the condensation with a paper towel. HOLY CRAP! Just when I thought I couldn't love her more. :)

We've been practicing what to do with tissues and what to do with paper towels. Apparently, they have been "cleaning" with tissues at MDO. Well, here at home, she decided to wipe her nose with a tissue and then "clean" with it. Eeek!

Bubbles

Last night I heard a noise similar to the one Anabella makes when she is laying in a bathtub full of water blowing bubbles. Of course that can't be, I thought, because Anabella is running around here, freshly bathed, and no where near water.

My mistake. She figured out how to get the lid off her cup, which had just been filled with milk, so she decided to make a milk pond in my living room. There she was, laying belly down in this huge milk pond, blowing bubbles.

I should have taken a picture, but I was focused on getting her out of the milk and back into the bathtub (her second bath in about 30 minutes). So this photo will have to do for today...it was taken 10 minutes ago.

Happy Halloween from our cute little kitty

We went to a Halloween brunch at my friend Stasa's house today. Surprisingly, Ms. Thang didn't seem to mind wearing her costume. Hooray!

Anabella and her future boyfriend, Noah. (He's a little younger, but that's all the rage these days.)

MEAL, MEAL, MEAL!

We thought it was a good idea to teach Anabella words, but we are now reconsidering. She has it in her cute little mind that "meal" ("milk" to you and me) is what you say when you want something...anything...not just milk. And over the past few days, her desire for things has increased exponentially. So, our little tyrant runs around the kitchen screeching "MEAL, MEAL, MEAL" at least 10 times a day. It's bliss.