Good news

I just love this picture.  Looks like whoever is on the other line has just given her the BEST news.
Perhaps they told her she's becoming a big sister in mid-September of this year.

Knock knock

Currently coming over the monitor during Lola's "nap":

Knock knock. Who's dare?
Banana. Banana whoooooo?
Knock knock. Who's dare?
Orange. Orange whoooooo?
Knock knock. Who's dare?
Banana. Banana whoooooo?


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Following directions

What's that you say?  You think I should order these immediately for Miss Lola?
Oh fine.  If you insist. 

48 Minutes Later

After 48 minutes of singing and story-telling in her crib (including her own rensition of the Mickey Mouse theme song and an almost-perfect recitation of the book "Dear Zoo") . . . Lola has finally talked herself to sleep. 

Gimme a Poop

She's upstairs in her crib right now (supposedly napping) and I can hear her through the monitor repeating "Gimme a Poop, Gimme a Poop," which would be funny enough without the added detail that she is singing to the tune of the "Winnie the Pooh" theme song. 

Right this second

Lola is crying because she wants to "ride her own rainbow". I'm not sure what to do with this.


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Why I'm late

There are currently two predominant reasons that we are late everywhere we go. One is Lola's insistence that she put on her own shoes, a process that takes no less than 20 minutes on a good day. The other is her determination to get down the stairs without help, which wouldn't take so long if it weren't for the 5 minute break she deems necessary around two-thirds of the way down. We apologize in advance for our tardiness.



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