Talking

Sorry, these are about a month old.  I realized (about a month ago) that I never really documented Fiona's first words.  So Jon and I started a list of all the words she says.  We pretty much stopped once it got over 150.  I don't think she really had first words...she just started talking...and repeating EVERYTHING.  So here are some samples.  Enjoy.  Our poor second child.  If this is the best I can do with number one, I can only imagine how much harder it will be to keep up the second time around.  Maybe I'll be forced to be more organized.  :)

Update:  It made me laugh when I realized that Fiona is wearing the same dress/shirt she has on in this video.  And no, it's not a different one in a bigger size. I guess now she really has found her voice. 

Trash

Another favorite activity is picking things up off of the floor and telling me its trash.  Usually it is, and I ask her to put it in the trash can which she happily does and then claps for herself and says yay.  (This kid is going to lack no self-esteem.)  Mostly I really like this activity even though it does give me a daily reminder as to how dirty my floors are.

The other day while I was cleaning up the kitchen after lunch--which she refused to eat half of--she looks at me and says "mmm mmm" while chewing away.  Of course I ask her what shes eating to which she responds, "trah".  Awesome.  She'd rather eat crusty mac n' cheese (or worse) off the kitchen floor than lunch.

The game gets a little old outside when every little dead branch, leaf, crumb, rock, dirt clump, petal, etc. is picked up and handed to me as "trash".  So when she walked over the other day with her hand outstretched with her trash I was pleasantly surprised to see this.  And really happy she didn't eat it.  Or kill it...right away.

Unfortunately, she didn't really like it when I made it crawl around.  :(  Oops.

Keeping herself occupied

Usually when Fiona isn't in sight and is quiet for an extended period of time, I find her in her room reading books on the floor.  Guess she's found a new activity.  It got pretty funny as she shoved lots of stuff in with her, but then she just kept saying "stuh, stuh."  She was stuck.

Self-feeding:

Self-explanatory.

Reneging

Remember that earlier post about how much I want some carpet in our next house?

I take it back.

(p.s. Thankfully the coffee in the mug was about 2 hours old.  I have since learned to place my coffee mug much further back on the dresser.)

Next Stop: NYC!

From DC, Fiona and I hopped a train to meet up with Jon who was in New York for work.  We'd passed up the chance to go with him a couple months before, and I'd been kicking myself ever since.  I didn't plan our trip out as well as I should have, but I guess that just means we'll have to go back.  

Jon was working all day (and some nights) so Fiona and I started each day wandering around to find a place to eat breakfast, strolling back to the hotel to take a nap, finding something else to do quickly before we needed lunch (which was usually pizza), going back to the hotel for another nap, and finding something to do before dinner.  I realize our trip revolved mostly around food and sleeping, and we could do that anywhere, but we got a few fun things in.  Plus, it taught me great lessons for next time.  And I would have skipped a nap, but she (and to be totally honest, newly preggo me) really needed both.  

I also was terrible about taking pictures...especially good ones.

I did remember to bring it the morning we went to the Central Park Zoo.

Go figure, Fiona's favorite animals to see were the birds and turtles.

 

Personally, I thought the snow leopard and polar bear were much cooler.

 

On our walk back from the zoo we stopped by a street vendor to grab a hot do for lunch.  (Actually, two hot dogs.  I learned on this trip that sharing my meals with Fiona means I don't eat.)  We stopped at the fountain in front of the Plaza to eat and watch (and chase) the pigeons.  Little did I know I could have saved a few bucks, skipped the zoo and Fiona would have been just as happy seeing so many "buuuus!"

I grabbed a couple slices of pizza at a place near the hotel one afternoon for lunch and had quite a time of finding a nearby spot to park and eat that didn't involve cars driving by less than three feet away.  Luckily, I remembered seeing Bryant Park on a map and before long we were happily fed.  We were supposed to meet Jon later that afternoon in Central Park, but it didn't work out....which made me very happy we got to spend some quality time playing with fountains, people-watching and in general, lazing about.  

That night we went out the the Meatpacking District and had a lovely time at the High Line (thanks for the rec Marn!).  I could have spent forever there.  Such a beautiful park!  I guess I should probably to dig those pictures off the other camera...

What does it say of your child's understanding of the word "no" if you hear "no no no no no" from the other room and see your child emerge with your wallet, a Sharpie, the handle for the filing cabinet, a box of Kleenex, the box fan (ok fine, she didn't really emerge with this, but does tell on herself when she touches it.)

I kind of think she's missing the point.

I guess for now I'll just be thankful knives and scissors aren't on that list.