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Finally, I did it! Scottie Scott Scott the scottie dog is DONE.

And here is C3 & Q2 loving Scottie Scott Scott

Flirting with the band

My sister, M, visted this weekend, with her daughter, K4. We went to the Smithsonian's Air and Space Museum .... fun. But the best thing was when we found the thermal imager.

Here is a photo of Q2, K4, and C3:

Isn't that a hoot? I think they look like aliens.


Here is a photo of C3 a the Summer Jam last Friday in Hyattsville, her favorite topic - a woof woof - imprinted on her cheek:

I like that photo of her ... it captures her really nicely. She isn't what you'd call an "intense" child, or a crazy child, but very very focused. She is sincerely into dogs. Dogs. Dogs. And more dogs. Oh, and the color teal. Today she said to me "I'm really into the color teal, today!"


And here is Q2, doing her thing ... flirting with the band.

Not to slight my other daughter

C3 reads more and more. Tonight she saw we'd bought a new video (Dogs that changed the world). Immediately she recognized the word "Dogs." C38 told her what T-H-A-T was when she spelled it out. Likewise with changed. She then read "the" and then ... "world"

That was a new one for me! I didn't know she knew that word!

I'm impressed.

Bump

I know we are old hats at this now.

When Q2 was Q1month she fell (er, was dropped) out of the sling. Right onto her head. So, we went to the emergency room.

When Q2 was Q1, she and I both fell (er, I got tangled getting out of bed while holding her) and we both hit our heads on the floor. We went to the emergency room. Mostly because I'd had a friend lose a baby a few months earlier from a fall off the bed and a bump on the head. So.

Learning to walk ... if she fell, she always fell straight on her forhead. Bam.

Late in Q2's second year, but before she was 2, she was in her crib and decided to try to climb out. Straight down on her head onto the nice springy wood floor. We were confident that she was OK, and no emergency room.

Yesterday, at the Air & Space Museum, she fell off a ledge (about 2 feet high) onto granite. But we are confident that her little head can take it and we told her to shake it off and we kept on going.

No, I nursed her and made sure she could follow a finger, see one or two fingers, and wasn't vomiting and her pupils were the same size. All was good. All is good.

Super Absorbant?

Maybe this was a fluke. But I've said it could happen. Q2 had a dry diaper this morning. Perhaps it is just that those diapers are superabsorbant and you can't tell if she's peed. But, in anycase, she held a good bit of it overnight.

I'm impressed. Let's see if she does it again!

Compassion

C3 fell pretty hard and whammed her upper arm. While she was crying in her daddy's arms, Q2 headed upstairs. I asked her where she was going. The answer? To get C3's blankie for her.

Gratitude isn't C3's strong suit, and she asked for Ripley, too.

But I thought it was an amazing show of compassion and understanding for a two-year-old.

Somebody has a crush.

C3 & Q2 were almost as excited as C38 were about the baseball game -- the BoSox v. the O's (at Camden Yard). I really like Camden Yard. It is small, we had great seats, we felt close, things were clean, and the fans were about 50% Red Sox Nation.

Q2 fell asleep on the way up, exactly as we'd wanted. But, traffic was light, we got there in record time, and I ended up sitting in the car with her until she woke up (with a little encouragement from me. I put her socks on and was working on shoes). By the time we got down to the park, and found C38 & C3, it was the bottom of the 2nd. Sox were ahead 1-0.

C3 was having a fine time at this point. She had an ice cream. Delish. Q2 took to the game right away. She left her baseball cap on, sat on C38's lap and stared intently at the game. Really really focusing on it.

C3 started getting antsy. So we gave her more snacks, then bought some Cotton Candy. I love that stuff. Oh, but C3 wasn't as keen on it. She liked squishing it with her hands. And Q2 ... she was so focused on the game she didn't realize what a good thing she had in her hands.

We made it through 5 innings. Just barely. Just barely. Just barely. C3 was crying about going home. Poor C38 ... but at least we left with a 7-3 lead (which the Sox increased to 9-4 as we drove home) and saw back to back home runs.

One the drive home C3 crashed and fell asleep. Q2 then started asking questions and stating facts about Manny. Here is a sampling:

Q2: Manny take his shoes off? (C38: After the game Manny will take his shoes off)
Q2: Manny a boy? (C38: Yes, Manny is a boy)
Q2: Manny have a penis? (C38: Yes, he has a penis but I'm not comfortable talking about it)
Q2: Manny push the ball. (C38: Yes, Manny hit the ball.
Q2: Manny have (big? long? lots?) hair? (C38: Yes, Manny has a head of long dreadlocks)
Q2: What Manny girl name? (C38: We can look up Manny's children's names later)
Q2: Manny wear his shoes? (C38: Manny is probably still wearing his shoes)
Q2: Manny a bunny! A turtle! Manny a turtle go SNAP.
Q2: Manny watch the game? (C38: Yes, Manny is probably watching the game from the dugout)

We talked Manny for 20 minutes straight. Mostly about his shoes and how he hit the ball.

So, we'll add baseball to the list of things that SOUND good to C3, but the reality of them is much less satisfying.