Overheard Last Night

Daddy: Do you want to sing with me?

Margot: I can't sing.
Daddy: Yes, you can. Why not?
Margot: I can't sing ... without my guitar!

(... and runs across the room to get the Rock Band guitar we've assigned to her.)

Book-Face Update (For) Two

Margot has continued to indulge in her book-faced sleeping habits, and has even drawn others into her patterns. Last week, Snuggle Bear succumbed:Actually, not all sleep-ins involve book-facing. A certain monkey came to visit this weekend, and ended up doing as he saw, perhaps:

OK, I posed his arm just a little bit. Still...

Someone Needs to Cut Back on the Caffeine

I overheard Margot talking to herself:

"Oh my gosh! My chargers plugged in and it's not working. And my new battery doesn't work. And my living room is missing from my house. And the new "doobers" don't work and they weren't fixed and they're impersonal and I don't want them to be broken. Oh my gosh!"

Faces

(Here's lookin' at you, kid!)

Book-Face Update

Reporting on progress in the book-face department, Margot managed to fall asleep in a more graceful position the other night. Her mother, we're still working on.

Fashion Shoot

Mama wanted some pics to share of Margot STILL fitting in the dress a friend made for her ages ago. This is Margot's best pose-for-a-picture pose, or at least her favorite one on this particular evening.

During the photo shoot we captured spinning...

... dancing ...

... and some form of pondering. Although, it might just be trying to recover from excessive spinning.

Her Own Room (and, a Warning)

Margot recently moved into her-very-own-room, and has adjusted rapidly to being Queen (or at least Princess) of her own domain. (Meanwhile, Mama and Daddy are re-adjusting to being once again relatively in control of their own room!)

Here's a pic of an early night in the new space:

HOWEVER, one dire warning is in order. We've tried to read to Margot as much as possible, and encourage her to read a book to herself in bed if she's not ready to go right to sleep. She even has her own little light for this purpose. But many nights, when we go in to turn out her light after she's succumbed, we find the horrible sight of . . .

BOOK FACE!!!

Channeling Scarlett O'Hara

A conversation with Margot who is gluing things onto paper:

Margot: Hey, there's some dog hair on here.
Me: Yep.
Margot: Why?
Me: That's what happens when you live with a dog. Dog hair goes places.
Margot: Jolly, I believe you go dog hair on here.

I was ready to respond "I do declare", but Margot wouldn't have gotten the reference.

Beach Work

A new floating method

Castelo San Margot

Margot and Grammy get ready to "snockel"

Margot figured it out - use the "snockel" as a cane to get up and down the beach!

A Parental Rite of Passage

At dinner, Margot started asking "why?" incessantly. We knew it was coming, but hoped that somehow we would have the one child who doesn't go through this phase. No such luck. Now we just have to stay sane.

It's amazing to me how these milestones can be pinpointed to a very specific moment.