Yes spring has come and mostly gone. The heat and humidity have finally arrived and Agatha's suddenly got curly hair. In the past month, she's been to MOMA, Pennsylvania, Martha's Vineyard, Rhode Island and back. Her mom finally graduated from CU and may just pay off her loans before Ags goes to college.
At almost 22 months, Agatha has pretty much turned her back on babyhood. Her chubby legs have outgrown all of her pants. Her sweet little rolls are gone. And she's talking up a storm. Current favorite phrases: "Hi, sweetie!" "Aggie go home now," "Where'd Sadie go? Oh no...Bye Sadie," "Something to eat? Snack? Please?" "Aggie watching Nemo now," "What happened?" "Hmmmm...let's see...chickens?" "Aggie digging Treasure!"
Lately, she's been thinking about this whole sense-of-humor thing. At random, often uninteresting, moments, she'll start giggling and say, "Funny," just to see if it makes us laugh--it does. She's even started amusing herself. She'll sing her ABCs in a goofy voice then howl with laughter.
She now knows who her posse is, particularly, well us, and cousin Vivian and John Henry, Grandma, Grumps, Grams, Papa Sav, Granny Cheryl, Wendy, Sadie, and Daniel. And it's not just that she can pick them out in a lineup, she thinks of them, asks where they are, "calls" them on the phone: "Hello? Yeah, Hi Grams. Yeah. Bye," or "Hello? Yeah, Hi Vivi. Yeah Bye." Whenever she sees someone blowing bubbles, she looks at me and says, "Grumps," in a way that if she knew the words would be, "remember the time Grumps blew bubbles for me?" Or, she'll say, "Oh no. Pop Sab Hat," reminding me every few days that Papa Sav left his hat here last time he came.
We took our first real vacation as a family to Martha's Vineyard and had the best week ever. Agatha is now forever in love with the ocean. We took her on a long bike ride where she sang a wonderful version of Queen's "Bicycle." She dug for treasure with a large, dried out crab leg she found on the beach (yes we washed her hands after). On the last day, when it finally warmed up, she walked right into the ocean and didn't come out until we dragged her kicking and screaming.
We've been home for a week and every day we play with the rocks and shells we collected off the beach. She constantly asks to see the pictures from our trip, pointing to the computer and saying, "Aggie Bacation?" The other day I took her to the playground. It was hot, so I put her in her bathing suit and water shoes. She looked at me, beaming and said, "Aggie go Ocean?" No. No ocean. I felt bad that she had to settle for pavement and playground sprinklers....But luckily there was a rainbow and that pleased her almost as much...almost.
Check out the folder to the right called "Agatha.a.vacation" for evidence of it all.
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