Thursday, October 14, 2010

Phebe Swing!

We enjoyed a beautiful fall afternoon at the park today, where Phebe actually asked to go on and then had fun on the swings. Up until this point she has hated them with quite a passion. Today, though, she was all smiles:
She even said "Phebe swing!" while she was on it. She surprises us all the time.

Other items of interest (note: these only pertain to Phebe because a) Ben and I are really boring and b) she the cutest one of us):
  • She has recently discovered her ability to jump from the coffee table to the couch. This has evolved to thinking about jumping off the table onto the floor. So far we've been able to prevent any takeoffs.
  • We went to the doctor's office last week. When we got in the room, Phebe started saying, "Car! Car! Car!" We think this is because she wanted to get back in the car. Later when the doctor started examining her, she cried and told her, "All done! All done!" She really dislikes going to the doctor.
  • Awhile ago she found her shadow. It was so cute--she was dancing and noticed her shadow on the wall. She watched it move whenever she moved, and when it all clicked she told pointed to it and said, "Peebee!" A favorite game for the next several days after that was to turn off the light, ask, "Where go?" and then turn the light back on.
  • Her favorite toy right now is her photo book with pictures of all her cousins. In fact, this morning I spotted her hugging it and dancing in front of it.
  • She has started putting word together: Peebee shoes. Mama hat. Daddy juice. Most things turn into Peebee's. She continues to be an outgoing little chatterbox. Out favorite phrase to come out of her mouth lately is, "Yeah, I know." Apparently I say that a lot. It's a pretty frequent response from her. "Phebe, your diaper is stinky." "Yeah, I know." (True story.)
  • This week I have evolved from Mama to Mommy. At first I thought it was super sweet, but I just now realized I'm only Mommy when she thinks I'm not paying enough attention to her. Ben is still Dad or Daddy. And, in case you haven't figured it out, Phebe is Peebee. We sure love her.

1 comment:

Harriet Toothfighter said...

I love it when you update your blog. And I love that Phebe is a talker. And I love you.