Better than a Baby Book: This week with Anonybabe

The three of us got to spend a little time "tossing" a ball around on the living room floor two nights ago. It was uneventful, but it felt really good to all be doing nothing together. Last night Anonybabe started tossing small toys over her shoulder. At one point I made a high pitched "woo!" sound effect when she did it, and that was the game of choice on and off for the next hour or so. It was boring as hell after a while, but I was so tired that I was willing to sit there and yell "woo!" every time she pitched something up behind her to save myself from having to do something more engaging. She ended up getting really good air on her toys by the end of the night, many would fly across the room and land on the bookshelves or on my head.

Anonybabe pulled a pair of hoop earrings out of my ears the other night, and she'll find them on the coffee table since and hold them up to her own ears. She'll hold hats to her head, socks to her feet, and headbands on her head, crawling around the house with it perched precariously to one side. When we went to HR Block to get our taxes done, she played with a pair of sunglasses, getting them on her face and plopping forward to crawl away, only to have the sunglasses fall off so she'd have to start the whole process all over again.

She will not shake or nod her head, and I've been modelling this exaggeratedly for months and months, hoping I can get her to tell me her preferences from the high chair without pushing things violently away. No dice.

She still has just her two words (that we can decipher: "book" and "Pooh") but she's gibbering more.

She love to play this drum that Anonyhub has out on the living room floor. She'll grab its drumstick and pound away, swinging the stick in a huge arc, close to her hands and then up past her face and over her head...somehow she never makes contact with herself, only the drum.

She's discovered throwing items around the room and will do this for 5-10 minutes at a time, especially in the kitchen where she can hear a hard object clatter against the floor.

She continues to love bath time, and very much enjoys these foam "paper" dolls that stick to the walls when wet, and cried bitterly when we got out of the bath night before last.

She hits when she's upset, and took several wild swings at me when I picked her up to take her away from the trash can. She never tires of crawling up to her reflection in its shiny surface and giving it big open mouthed kisses. Ugh.