There is another.....

Now before you jump to any conclusions about child abuse, I just want to say for the record that Genevieve put it on her head herself and thought the whole thing was hysterical.

Genevieve has been working on her Jedi skills lately. She took a large paper bag and placed it on her head and proceeded to try to navigate the house. Some of her attempts were better than others. I know what you are thinking, bags aren't toys. Plastic bags aren't toys. Paper bags are loads of fun unless you get a paper cut on your neck. Fortunately that didn't happen.

Also, it has become increasingly difficult to video tape G. She has learned what the camera is and demands to see the back of the camera as soon as she notices it. I'm think I'm going to have to go National Geographic style next time I want a video. I'll hide the camera in a pile of dolls to record the action. I'm not sure where I'll hide the narrator though.

Anyway, enjoy the action.

Lasagna

Fear Factor

Genevieve has learned to quantify her first emotion: fear. She has lots of emotions: happy, sad, angry and hungry (for her it counts) but she can't name any of them. She'd shown fear early on. For example she was afraid of the fake camel in my parent's living room. If you took her any where near it when she was younger she would cringe and scream. Even today she doesn't really like to touch the camel but she'll go near it willingly because there are lots of fun things to play with beneath it.

The other day a breeze in our living room caused some fabric to wave from under the couch. I'm not sure what she thought it was but she was petrified. She stared at it, whimpering. I asked her what was wrong and she said, "scared" in her childlike lisp while desperately pointing at the couch. I realized the problem and removed the fabric yet she demanded to be held for the next hour saying that she was scared of the couch.

Since then she's had a few bouts of couch-a-phobia and thunderstorms have triggered her fear but she now has a name for it. We're not sure where she picked up the word from but we must have said it to her in the past.

Hopefully she'll pick a nicer emotion next time.

The spin doctors would be so proud

Genevieve has learned to tell time. Well, maybe that is too bold of a statement. Genevieve has learned to tell when someone is asking for or talking about time. Well, even that is a little too bold. I'll explain.

Whenever someone asks what time it is G will look at her wrist and say, "four-firty". She has a few other numbers she likes to throw out there:

• free-firty
• fi-firty
• firty

I guess in Genevieve's world it is always half past.

Sometimes she doesn't quite get that you aren't asking about the time. Genevieve was happily running around the house zipping from room to room the other day when I asked Carrie, "What do you want to do today?" Like a white rabbit on his way to a croquet game G zipped through the room, checked her wrist and said, "four-firty" before dashing off to something more urgent.

It's not late, naw, naw
Just early, early, early

You'll be Sorry

Whenever Genevieve gets hurt Danny or I will pick her up to soothe her and will tell her that we are sorry that she got hurt. It seems to work, but I'm not 100% sure Genevieve understands what sorry means.

Lately whenever Genevieve cries she says "sorry" over and over. If you yell at her for playing in the trash or hitting you with her spoon she will immediately start wailing and saying, "Saw-re. Saw-Re. SAW-RE!" I'm not sure if she feels bad and is telling me that she is sorry, or if she thinks I should feel bad and tell her that I'm sorry. I'm leaning towards the latter.

In other news, it seems that the summer humidity is just what was needed to bring out the curl in Miss Genevieve's hair. You can look through the old pictures to see her previous straight 'do. At least this way she will not have to endure the dreaded perms that I had as a child.