Sit!

Ainsley LOVES that Harry's step stool has ended up next to the ottoman.
Climb!
She climbs up and sits on the ottoman, feet straight out in front of her, where she pretends to watch TV.
TV!
Arthur!
She still doesn't really watch it, I'm convinced, but she pretends to.
Cute as can be!

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star!

Best. Song. Ever.
"Twinkle Twinkle?"

"Read? Read? Read? Read?"

It's no exaggeration that Ainsley's favorite word is "read." She LOVES books. Her attention span seems to have increased past simple board books. She's borrowing books from Harry's library now, and will sit through repeated readings of much longer story books. It's impressive, really...once you get past the annoyance of having to read constantly! I rearranged her room recently to accomodate new furniture, so she can grasp some books outside of her crib now. It's not uncommon to find her in her crib "reading."

Dinner Conversation, Continued

" I don't want this. I don't like it."
Yes, this was Ainsley at dinner. Very matter of fact.

Hey, Mikey!

Kevin made the best slow roasted BBQ chicken tonight. Yum!
After 10 minutes of crying for "logurt," Ainsley finally broke down and put some chicken in her mouth. "Like It!" she exclaimed, completely shocked! "Like it!"

Reading to Baby

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Dinner Conversation

My dad joined us for dinner this evening, so dinner conversation was a little livlier than usual. I almost didn't notice the "chugga chugga chugga chugga chigga chugga chugga chugga choo CHOOO!" going on next to me. My little one knows how to enterain herself, that's for sure!

La La La La Loll La!

A Mind of Her Own

Ainsley knows what she wants. She knows what it's called. She knows how to ask for it. She knows what she doesn't want. This is true for food, clothing, activities - you name it.
Most mornings, if AInsley doesn't like what's laid out for her to wear, she says so. "No. Don't want it." If you push the issue you get a "Nooooooooo!" I still cannot figure out how Kevin got the kid into camp pants (with a pink T, of course) for her first hockey game.
Last night, she ate dinner. Most nights it's yogurt. "Pasta!" Ainsley shouted when she saw the wild rice. Close enough. She also ate up all of her vegetables. the salmon? "Don't like it! All done!"
If you play by her rules, she's an easy kid!