Gertie got a hair cut.  I miss her mullet.  Pictures to come. 

Greta wandered outside this morning (onto the deck, then to the yard), and returned with:
1. Her calculator
2. Her sucky (pacifier)
3. A Beans turd

Happy Tuesday

Gert had a magical visitor this week.  Beau, cousin to the stars. Lots of poopie diapers, lots of spinning on the turntables (playing in the exersaucer), and lots of sweatpants.

"Why yes, Beau, I will look in my magic bag for your missing unicorn."

The bottom line:  Beau is magical.  He is soft.  He smells good.  He smiles a lot. 

After a week and a half on the anti seizure medicine, Greta has MINOR mood changes.  And by minor, I mean she acts like Sybil at least once a day. 

Dave finally witnessed her "assiness" as I call it---and clearly, we aren't talking about a child who is almost 2.  This is clearly not a facet to her personality, but rather, a side effect from the medication.

Greta enjoyed all things Easter this weekend---lots of plastic eggs, Easter books, M&M's, and lots of discussion about rabbits and bunnies.  SO MUCH, that Biscuit killed one last night.  Thankfully, Greta did not see that.

Greta enjoyed some cousin time, with her cousin, Eleanor.  They are a few months apart and they both love dollies, teepees, and M&M's.  Ellie, however, is a much faster runner.  I blame her mother.

Here is a snapshot of Greta's fanny at the conservatory with Grammy.  I love her fanny and squeeze it everyday.  

It is spring break down here, and we are hoping for some special visitors.  We are hoping Jamie, Cole and Ms. Q can come up for some play time and a visit to Science Central.  I am very much excited about some other toddlers destroying Greta's toy room.