Damn. She's getting so tall.
We have good days and bad days, which seem to follow a correlation with my patience level. What's the word? Heterodyne?
Yeah, that's the word.
We're definitely already two women living in the same house, which means, yes, that we have to hold hands going to the bathroom (which never made sense before, but there you go). And other things. If you've ever lived in a house with more than one female, you know what I mean.
Insight of the millenium: destructive tendencies can be a way of expressing intelligence, curiosity. Guided destruction (i.e., experimenting) is one of the most useful ways to entertain a toddler.
Insight of the next five minutes: food coloring, used in moderation, can repair many problem days.
Insight of the next five minutes after that: it's good to wash the grapes. After you wash the grapes, it's good to squash the grapes.
I tried to take her for a haircut on Sunday. The first place didn't open until eleven (we were there at ten thirty--I figured that anything that was going to be open on a Sunday would be open by then, but no) and the second place was being remodled. I took it as a sign and took her to the zoo instead. Nobody commented on the fact that she has to tilt her head up to see anything over two feet off the ground.