First Day of Preschool

Today was Mel's first day of preschool. She did great. No drama. The teachers served cake. How could you not like preschool if they give you cake?

I am due today and still no baby. Going to Scalini's for dinner where they promise eating the eggplant parm induces labor within 48hrs.

You're OK, Car

Now we can upload videos! I hope this behavior means she will be a good big sister.

Very Pregnant

From this angle I'm as big as the car in the background. Only 4 more days until due date.

Toys on Head

Uncle Dave and Aunt Meg teaching Mel useful life skills. Or was it the other way around?

Horse at Playground

Who says you can't bring a horse to the playground?

Russian Songs

Today she sang songs just like a Russian...with great passion.

Lunch with Duck

Mel ate the lunch grandma made her with her yellow duck.

Sucker for a Sucker

Someone gave Mel a lollipop this morning. It is a losing battle keeping her away from sweets when people offer them to kids left and right. She hated it as you can see. (Note the ponytail!)

Up Do

What I would give to be able to put Mel's hair up in a ponytail. She refuses any hair accessories. Here is a rare occasion where I was permitted to put her hair up. The woman who cuts her hair was able to make a little braid on her last visit. She made it look so easy. Mel didn't protest at all but the woman had given her a lollipop and could have probably administered Mel's next round of immunizations without a peep.

Hotlanta!!!

It is unbearably hot here. I can't stand to be outside in this heat. Mel and Tim don't seem to mind as much but they aren't 8 months pregnant. Here Mel is all sweaty and running around the bandstand at the town square. Tim is doing his Schroeder (from the Peanuts) imitation but without the piano. OK, I couldn't resist and added a piano.

Sagapaws

The mystery that is "sagapaws". We think she picked it up in daycare. It might have something to do with the London Bridge song but none of the lyrics come even close. All we know is that when she calls for sagapaws you must hold both her hands while she jumps on the furniture.

Not Your Hair

Mel has been making progress on the proper use of pronouns. She used to say things like "hold you" when she wanted to be picked up. When everyone keeps referring to her as "you" why wouldn't she refer to herself as "you" too? She has been gradually making progress but this morning she spit out a pretty complex sentence that took me off guard. She was playing with my hair and trying to put it on her own head. I displayed mock outrage to which she replied "No mama. Your hair is for my head not yours. It's mined!".