Moving and Shaking
Poor Julia is entering the strange-fears phase of toddlerhood. Yesterday morning, after looking at a new book which includes a picture of a tiger, we pretended to be tigers - crawling on all fours around the living room, growling softly ("like the kitty does"), and curling up on the couch (again, "like kitty") to pretend to take a nap. Cute, fun, and fifteen minutes well spent. Then, last night before bed, Julia suddenly got very worried about tigers outside, a worry she kept up this morning. She barely has a concept of "tigers," yet she points apprehensively at the windows, eyes wide, and says, "Deega? Deega?"