After her bath, Julia likes to run back and forth across her room while I try to get her into a diaper, apply some lotion to her scaly arms, and wrangle her pajamas over her arms and legs. She literally dances past my outstretched arms, enjoying being elusively naked. It's actually pretty funny and fun, and tonight she hilariously told me, at each stage of the process, that "Julia and Daddy are having a diaper fight! Julia and Daddy are having a lotion fight! Julia and Daddy are having a pajamas fight!"
Genevieve isn't coining names for parts of the day, but she has lately become utterly enamored of a little Leapfrog music toy.
Banging on the keys elicits short songs, single notes, or the names of shapes and colors - all of which she finds hilarious and engrossing. And from our angle, sitting at the kitchen table while we eat and she plays, it looks like she's a journalist trying to meet her deadline. "Get away from my highchair! I'm trying to finish this goddamn story on wooden versus plastic toys! So help me god, if you interrupt me again, I'll spit up all over your shoes. And I might anyhow."
