This Girl Of Ours

Lately she holds hats up to her head. She doesn't know how to put them on, but she can try, like sticking a folded up napkin on her head.

The other day we went in the bedroom to get her dressed. U. was sleeping. "Da, Da" she said. Then "Nye nye." (Dad, night night. In other words, my father appears to be sleeping.)

We live in a fifth floor apartment. Yesterday when we got home from lunch at a friend's house, she decided to crawl up the stairs instead of us carrying her up. (No elevator on Shabbat, of course.) She went all the way to the fifth floor and even tried to go the extra flight to the roof. When she saw there were no more floors up there she let me carry her back down to our place.

This morning when U. was putting his shoes on, he poured out almost a dozen blocks before he could put them on. You see from the video how they got there.

Then U. took her out for a walk. When they got back to our building they played downstairs a little in the courtyard. She got a little wet in a puddle so he brought her in to get dressed. He picked out the fresh pants. Then, when he put her down, she reached into the drawer and dug around until she found her striped sweater (see the grocery cart video). She followed him around until he took the sweater, held it like he was going to put it on her and asked, "Do you want to wear this?" She nodded yes and tried to stick her head into it.