The Chou's understanding of language has exploded the last few weeks. She can now, on command:
- take whatever she's holding and bring it to the appropriate parent
- kiss who/whatever we tell her to (Give dada a kiss. Give Gilbert the Bear a kiss.)
- look at me with disdain as I tell her to "Stop pulling out the lamp plug"
She knows who each of us is, and says Dad far more frequently and with more fervor than I'd like. She's had timeouts and hates them, but they do seem somewhat effective. She's also learned that when Dada tells her to sit in the tub, he'll giggle and give in if she does this cute half sit/stand thing while smiling at him.
Men are such pushovers.