Language explosion

Q is on a roll. Over the past few days she has picked up one or several words every day and has turned into our little miss chatty. The past few days have brought us "bottle," "chair," outside," and "diaper." She is putting together three and four word sentences like "More yogurt please Mommy" (frequently said, in fact, as yogurt is basically her favorite food). It is all very cute and endearing.

She adores the clips on her little high-chair style seat and clips them up every time they are left open. Often she pretends she's pinched herself and holds up her "inger" to indicate as much. Most fun of all is to place her little doll into the eating chair and say "baby, chair." Today, as I was organizing clothes bins in her and J's room - while J and daddy were out at a knife show - she sought to put a diaper on the baby for the first time. It's actually rather fascinating for us to watch this imitation-play geared toward girly activities unfold - as these activities were not those her brother undertook at this age. Nor did he enjoy "helping" me unload the dishwasher, as Q delights to do.

I wish I could see these developments came along with a decreased resistance to ANY activity involving personal care of Q... diaper-changing, hair-brushing or styling, face/hands-washing following meals, nail-clipping, towel-drying post bath. But alas, they do not. She remains as irascible and obstinate (read: tears, flailing, and fury) in these activities as ever - much to my chagrin! Clearly the girl likes her personal space and has no intention of mellowing at the prospect with others sharing it with her at close quarters.