Thursday, March 31, 2011

The Fair

This evening, Peeper and I went to the regional state fair with LadyKay and #1.

I figured she'd be all about both the rides and the animals, but first (right after I purchased $20 worth of ride tickets) I realized that, except for the things that an adult could go on too, the minimum height for everything in the kiddie section was 36 inches. Which she is not.

Okay, well, we'll just ride some things together, then. Starting with the carousel, because I love the carousel.

Only this one? Was the fastest carousel I have ever been on.

I really don't think it was just because it's the first one I've been on with mah baybee, either. When it started, I had to grab hold of her horse's pole, and when she decided to abandon the horse so I could hold her, I was a little worried about having to let go of it!

After that, she was happy to get back up on my back, and stayed there the whole time.

Do you want to ride a train with Mama? Noooo
A car with Mama? Noooo
A pony? Noooo

Seriously. She tired down a pony ride.

Fucking carousel.

She was happy to look at animals, though, both in the petting zoo and in the livestock exhibits. And she enjoyed watching #1 ride the ferris wheel, once LadyKay explained it to her.

(Yes, one carousel and one ferris wheel. That's what we did with $20 of tickets. Frappa ended up not going with us this evening, but might go another time, so we're giving her the leftovers. Of course, if anyone but me had taken them home, she'd have them now, but noooo, I have to remember to give them to her tomorrow.)

Oh, and she discovered cotton candy. I wish I could have seen her as she was eating it for the first time. (But she was on my back. This is also why I have no photos of her to share with you. But, LadyKay took several and is supposed to send me some. I'll post them when I get them.)

AuntieKay said that she looked very skeptical at first, as she took a piece, and when we told her it was candy, she barely licked it and then looked even more skeptical, as she felt it on her tongue. And then she tasted it, and shoved the piece in her mouth, then asked for more, which she also shoved into her mouth as quickly as she could get it!

She also enjoyed the funnel cake, ice cream, fried cheese and "crazy fries" that we shared with her.

Not surprisingly, given that she'd napped all of about five minutes, while waiting for them to come pick us up, she conked out in the car on the way home, but amazingly (for her) she went back to sleep pretty easily.

Wearing all but her shoes and socks, with unbrushed teeth (yikes - see above, re funnel cake and cotton candy!) and in the same diaper that she's had on since about 5:30.

But she's asleep and I'm not messing with that!

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

A'Visitin' We Will Go

More hanging out this morning, but Peeper and I finally made it to the grocery store this afternoon.

(That was on Anonymama's agenda for the weekend, but instead, she was in the hospital.)

On our way home, I had a hankering for a coffee, and Peeper was asking for water, so I told her we'd stop at Starbucks. I did find her sippy, which had water in it, but she still wanted water from Starbucks. (I'm sure the sippy water was quite warm and stale.)

When we got there, the line in the drive-thru was way too long, so I decided to go in. Of course, the line there was just as long, but now I was standing up and holding Peeper, so you know, that was an improvement.

I think I was the only person in there over eighteen and not wearing a t-shirt from the nearest high school. Oh yeah, the after school rush.

Now, Peeper has been in the free-standing Starbucks back home a couple of times, but it's evidently been a while, because when we walked in, she looked around and said, "Target? Target? What kind of Target?!"

Later, we met a couple of my old camp friends for dinner. One is one of "my girls" all grown up and the other was a mom counselor when I was a just-out-of-high-school counselor, and her daughters (even more grown upper) were some of "my girls" too.

After dinner, Peeper and I went over to the "mom's" house to visit for a while, and Peeper was very taken with her husband. He was doing funny finger things for her ("here's the church" and the "broken finger" thing and sneaking up and tickling her) and she was just eating it up. They are expecting their first grandchild in November, so I guess she was giving him some good practice!

I can't believe I didn't take any photos of Peeper with my friends. Here she is, ready for bed.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Steak and Flying Carrots

We spent most of the day just hanging out at the house and helping Anonymama, and then made last-minute plans to go out to dinner with Frappa and #1.

You call it "chip basket," she calls it "fire hat."

We went to my favorite TexMex (or, as a high school friend who worked there used to call it "MicroMex") restaurant, where I had the best steak I've ever eaten.

Frappa (who had gastric bypass in November and, by the way, is doing great with it!) suggested that we share something, and she liked the looks of the "steak and enchilada" which sounded half yummy to me, because I'm really not a steak kind of gal.

It's because I'm just that lazy, that I hate all the chew chew chew chew chewing you have to do to eat a big hunk of meat.

But not this stuff. I don't know what they did to it (it was covered in chili con queso - which is a great start, in and of itself - so I couldn't get a good look at it) but I cut it with a fork, and then it dissolved in my mouth. And, of course, was appropriately flavored to go with enchiladas.

Mmmmmm . . . .

But, I digress.

After dinner, Frappa had to meet some friends, so we gave #1 a ride home, and then hung out and visited with LadyKay for a while.

We brought out the big basket of cat toys, and Peeper had a ball.

And a mouse, and a Kitten Mitten, and a flying carrot.

The "flying carrot" is a stuffed carrot, with feathers instead of leaves, and when she asked "What is it?" AuntieKay told her it was a flying (because of the feathers, you know) carrot. Which, evidently, was like the funniest thing ever.

She probably spent ten minutes saying "Flying carrot!" and "Dat's my carrot!" and watching AuntieKay toss it at the basket, then declaring "AuntieKay miss! Try again!" and putting it in the basket for her, before taking it back for another toss.

At one point, she was laughing so hard that we thought she was going to fall over!

Then she was playing with the Kitten Mitten and kept asking "What is it?" and then repeating "Kit-ten Mit-ten" and cracking herself up.

She really is quite easily entertained.

This "What is it?" thing (pronounced very precisely) is pretty new, and over the past couple of days, it's turned into "What is it, Mama?" which just makes her sound like she's about thirty.

Usually, she says it when she sees or hears something new, but she's also started using it in conversation. For example, on the way home from AuntiKay's, I told her, "On Thursday, we're going to a really fun place with Aunt Frappa and Uncle #1, called the fair!" (the regional state fair is in town!) and she said, "What is it, Mama?" so I explained to her about the rides and animals and yummy food.

(Note to the sky: Please don't rain on Thursday!)

Note: Nobody asked, told or is paying me to link to the Kitten Mitten or "flying" carrot. I just wanted you to know what the hell I was talking about. That said, it is an Amazon Associate link, so if you purchase one (or anything else) by clicking that link, I'll earn a percentage of the sale. Thanks!

Monday, March 28, 2011

Visiting Hours . . . and hours . . . and hours

(Note - Peeper and I are visiting my family in Texas. I'm having some issues with uploading images here, so I may have to go back and add them when I get home. As if that was working at before I left.)

I hadn't mentioned it before, but Anonymama's been in the hospital since Thursday, because she had cellulitis in her leg and needed a few days of IV antiobiotics. Of course, there was much speculation the whole time as to whether she'd be home by the time Peeper and I hit town.

As of this morning, the word was that she should be home by evening, so that was good news as we headed to the airport.

As usual, Peeper was a great little traveler and we made it to Texas without a hitch, other than the lack of a nap en route.

Bye-bye, Mommy!

I loooove the Direct TV on the plane. "Mouses drink watuh. Here go, Mouse. Here go."

Auntie Kay picked us up at the airport for the two-hour trip to Hometown. Peeper fell asleep before we got to our usual stop-for-food spot, so we hit a drive-thru instead and she woke up about twenty minute later, while we were sitting in the parking lot eating.

After a few phone calls, it sounded like we could expect Anonymama to be release any minute, so LadyKay dropped us off at the hospital, where we moved our stuff from her van to Anonymamas and she picked up her son, #1, who was going to take Anonymama home, and Peeper and I went up to visit and wait until she was ready to go.

And wait. And wait. And wait.

We got there about 5:30, and a little after NINE the doctor finally showed up and said she could go, as soon as she got her paperwork.

But, before the paperwork arrived, a nurse came in with one more IV bag of antibiotics and said "You can go as soon as you have this. It should take thirty to forty minutes to run.

I have to say that Peeper handled it all amazingly well, especially considering that she'd been traveling for about ten hours when we arrived, and then was forced to hang out in a tiny room with no toys and lots of "don't touch thats!"

At that point though, she needed a break, so we took a little walk around the hospital and found some vending machines near the out patient registration area. Of course, it was deserted in the middle of the night, so we ate some not-very-good cookies and she ran around in circles until Anonymama called to say that she was ready to go.

We helped her get dressed and packed up and then we were on our way. As we pulled out of the parking lot, I checked the clock - it was 10:30!

But, now we're "home" and getting settled in and looking forward to doing not a whole lot tomorrow, other than making a run to the grocery store.

But first, some sleep sounds good!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Letter of the Week: I

Tot School
~ Peeper is 28.5 months old ~

A Note To My Regular Readers: I may be repeating some photos or stories that I've already published, but I want to put all our learning activities in the one post that's part of to the Tot School link-up.

Tot Schoolers: Welcome! If you enjoy this post, please feel free to stay for a while. I'll give you a fair warning that much of my blog is PG-13, but my Tot School link-up posts will always be G-Rated.

I was really stretching to come up with things for the discovery bin this week, and it was so pathetic that I didn't even take a picture of it. I had a plastic ice cube from her kitchen, and the I magnet, letter book and animal card. Surely there was something else in there, but I don't even remember what.

We did our letter crafts, one a little more impressive than the other . . .

. . . and that was really about it.

We were pretty busy here, Shrike off work on Monday and Tuesday, and MOMS Club activities Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, and somehow before I knew it, the week was gone.

I know that Peeper chose plenty of learning-type activities but I didn't get photos of any of them, and I honestly couldn't tell you now what they were.

I did try to point out I words when we came across them, but wow, there really aren't that many, are there?

I do have a lead on some more structured letter activities coming up, though.

I've downloaded some new Tot School alphabet printables for A - E from the 1+1+1=1 Tot School blog and we're going to play with those while we wait for the next few to be published, and for her to "catch up" with where we are.

I've even cut out - and laminated! with my new laminator! - some of the cards that go with it, and have them all in a folder, packed up and ready to take with us on our trip to Texas.

We leave in the morning, and will be gone a week, so there won't be any "official" tot schooling next week, but Peeper seems very interested in playing with those cards, and of course, there will be lots of other excitement going on.

But right now, I need to convince her to go to sleep, so we can catch a plane in the morning!

Twenty-Nine Months

Dear Peeper,

You are twenty-nine months old today, and I think I'm finally comfortable referring to you as "almost two-and-a-half" now.

I guess I've been saying that for a week or so, and I'm glad to have an easy answer when people ask.

They look at me funny when I say a month-age, but it just seems wrong to say "two" because for at least a couple of months, that's seemed so inaccurate, since you are so, so, so different than you were when you turned two.

So, "almost two-and-a-half" it is!

I don't even know where to start in describing who you are and what you're up to these days. I've got a ton of stories that I feel like I should have told already, but your funny and amazing and surprising statements are just coming too fast to even stop and record them.

That's my excuse, at least.

Or, possibly, Mama's too lazy. I'm sorry.

First, let me get the one negative story out of the way. A couple of days ago, at a MOMS Club event, you bit another kid. Just bit him. "Right dere!" as he said, while performing a dramatic reenactment.

I was both mortified and shocked.

Luckily, I suppose, according to his mom, he'd been through quite a biting stage of his own, so she was very understanding, but me? Not so much.

As we've already discuss, Mama was "very, very sad that you bit JD, and doesn't want you to ever do that again."

You totally 'fessed up about it, but I don't think you really seemed to get why it was a problem.

I just hope you don't do it again, because I really don't want you to be that kid. Please don't be that kid.

Other than that, though, you are still just a delight. With the further development of your language, you've (thank gawd!) moved past the "No no noooOOO!" stage, and although you will still often tell us that you "Don' like it" or "Don' want it" that's much more, well, unannoying, shall we say.

And you are talking. Totally. Like complete(ish) sentences with semi-correct grammatical structure and prepositions and adjectives and questions and everything.

Your pronounciation still has room to grow, but someday someone besides Mommy and me will be able to understand you, I'm sure.

You haven't started with the "why" questions yet, but you are very close. You ask "What is it?" and "What kind of ______ is it?" and "How works?" and "(new word) means . . . ?" and "____'s name is . . . ?" and many other things.

You continue to learn more and more of your letters and letter sounds, and you seem to be enjoying the few actual structured-ish learning activities that we're doing. You get excited about making your "letter crafts" and always tell me to "Hang it up!" (or "Show Mommy!" if she's home) when you finish.

You are very into hiding, and making us hide. Your friend K taught you how to play hide and seek, but you don't totally get it.

Usually it goes something like this: "Hide in closet, Mommy!" or "Where's Peeper?" "Hiding in closet!"

In addition to the closet, you especially like to hide under Mr. Panda, and under the covers in bed. You really like it when we hide with you, or when you get to have "goody in (the) tent" under there.

You love to sing, and get very, very excited when you do. Sometimes it's more shouting than singing, technically.

I can't even begin to list all the songs that you know and can (mostly) sing. Your favorites are probably the ABC Song and Itsy-Bitsy Spider, I think.

You are also playing more and more imaginatively every day, and I just love to hear your talking to your toys and narrating your games.

And, you've discovered potty humor. The other day, you were in the bathtub and offered me a drink of water out of your cup. I knew darn well that you'd just peed, and I made the mistake of saying, "No, I don't want to drink pee-pee water!"

So, now, every night during your bath, you (repeatedly) scoop up a cupful of water and say "Mama drink pee-pee watuh?" and it's just the funniest thing ever.

I need to get some video of that, or of you offering us other things, because a description just doesn't do justice to how cute it is. You do this little head-cock thing, and scrunch yourself up and hold it out, and say "Mommy?" or "Mama?" in this high-pitched voice.

Even when you're offering me urine, it's adorable.

You do the same little move when you're putting "mi'bit salt" on something, which is also the cutest thing ever.

Our salt and pepper shakers are pretty clogged up, so it's pretty safe for you to play with them, without totally overdoing it, so we let you.

(This is a problem when we go other places, where the shakers are actually functional.)

If you ask for the salt, we say "Ok, just a little bit," so you've learned to say "Mi'bit salt!" as you pour it, and it's really just too cute to say no too.

And, if you put pepper in your Cheerios and still want to eat them, who are we to stop you.

You do a lot of that kind of experimenting with your food, actually. You're very into pouring and spooning things back and forth.

If you were in a Montessori school, you'd be making an A. If Montessori schools had As, that is.

I should probably set you up with some pouring and scooping and spooning activities, but you seem to be creating plenty of your own.

Water poured from your cup into your bowl. Poured back to your cup. Spooned into my bowl.

Okay, that's where I tend to draw the line.

But, really, if you want to pour water into your chicken and rice and then spoon up the water and eat it, saying "Soup! Mmmm" who's it going to hurt?

I might not want my Goldfish to go swimming before I eat them, but you don't seem to mind, so knock yourself out, kiddo.

Speaking of food, you do seem to be eating more of it lately. Still not a whole lot, but more. That's not something that we stress about (you're getting plenty of nutrition from nursing), nor do we push you to eat  but we have been surprised several times by how much you've actually eaten.

And speaking of nursing, we are still going strong there, with no signs of stopping any time soon, although it does seem that there are more and more nights that I tuck you in around midnight (or one or two - ugh) and if I manage to not wake you up when I crawl into bed later, you don't ask to nurse until morning-ish. Sometimes not even until I actually wake you up, if we have somewhere to be relatively early.

And now, I'm racking my brain, trying to think of all the hilarious things you've said lately, and I can't think of a single one. I promise I'll try to do better about blogging these things as they come out of your mouth!

And now, I need to get your jammies on and your teethies brushed, so we can catch an airplane in the morning, and go visit Grandma and Grandpa!

I love you!

Image Issues

I have no idea why the images I've uploaded over the past couple of days aren't showing up, but if you click the little "broken image" boxes, they will take you to the bigger versions of them, and you can actually see those.

Any suggestions?

Panda Pics - 29 Months

Whozat: Hey, let's go in your room, I want to do something!
Peeper: What is it?
Whozat: It's time to take a picture with Mr. Panda
Peeper: No, no, noooo!
Whozat: C'mon, why don't you tell Mr. Panda about the witch!
Peeper: Panda! Witch! Panda! Witch!

Peeper: Panda have boogies?

Off to See the Wizard

This afternoon, we went with Shrike's parents to see a community theater production of The Wizard of Oz.

When they first invited Peeper to go, I was very hesitant about it, because I thought it might be too scary, and I knew it would be too long. So, Shrike offered to go along, in case she needed to leave in the middle.

Then, at the last minute, I decided that, instead of packing for our Texas trip while they were gone, I wanted to go, too.

As soon as everything was confirmed this morning, we showed Peeper some clips from the movie, to prepare her.

While I was hunting them up, I told her "There's a witch in it!" and that's all she needed to hear.

I showed her the clip of the Wicked Witch of the West's first appearance, and after that, she had no interest in seeing of the others.

Scarecrow? "Don' like it."
Tin Man? "Don' like it."
Lions and Tigers and Bears? "Don' like it."

"Dis one! Dis witch!"

As soon as the playstarted, she wanted to know where the witch was, but I guess that once she showed up, did her thing and left the first time, Peeper figured that was it, because she cuddled up, asked to nurse, and fell asleep until right before Dorothy and the gang first met the Great and Powerful Oz.

Which means, of course, that she woke up just in time for the scary parts - haunted forest, flying monkeys, armed Winkies and the like.

Didn't phase her a bit.

I was a little worried how she was going to handle the melting of the witch, but she didn't get that they'd killed her, just that she'd gone away.

"Where witch go? Where is she?  All gone, witch!"

Luckily, they'd announced at the beginning that the cast would be out front after the show, for meeting and greeting and photographing, so I was able to tell her that "We'll go talk to her in a few minutes."

And, we did.

Here she is listening (and clapping politely) to the pre-show announcements.

Intermission, about half-way through her nap.

The cast, after the show. Bummer that Dorothy's friends all have to get out of their cool costumes and makeup for the final scene, back in Kansas.

With Dorothy and Toto. Yes, that's a real dog. He rode around in that basket for almost the whole play.

With Glenda, the Good Witch

With the Wicked Witch of the West (Her name isn't really Elphaba, is it?)

No, I don't know what's up with the winks for witches. Warding off the evil eye, perhaps?

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Dance Potty

(Peeper, looking at the bathmat)

Two suns! Two suns!

Dance on uh suns!

Dance on uh stars!

Dance on uh moons!

Friday, March 25, 2011

Grocery Shopping

She told me that she was buying chips, apple chips, and apple-raisin crackers.

She even took her own bags.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Hide! Hide!

Every night, after her bath. Hiding under our bathrobes. Or, as she calls them when they're hanging on the door, "curtains."

Wednesday, March 23, 2011


Peeper fell asleep on the way home, around eight o'clock, and when we came in, she woke up just enough to cry for "goody (in) bed!" and then went back to sleep.

The dogs woke her up around eleven. Despite what the time stamp on this post says, it's actually about three o'clock now, and she's been nursing off and on (and looking at Facebook photos in between) for the past hour, and is still awake.

Why, yes, we are hosting playgroup in seven and a half hours. Why do you ask?

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Red, Red, Robin

We went to Red Robin for dinner this evening, and the mascot was there. He's actually there every Tuesday, but since Shrike's usually at work, I think it's the first time we've ever seen him.

Peeper was, of course, beside herself.

Monkey See, Monkey Do

Peeper loves this video of DaMomma's little Eden. She calls it "Baby Mad at Hat."

This evening at Target, she decided to do a reenactment of it. Of course, I grabbed my camera and made her do it again.

If you listen closely, you'll hear her say "Eden!" at the very end.

Monday, March 21, 2011



Baby Elephant

She totally made up this elephant impression herself. It took me a while to realize what she was doing.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Happy Spring!

We kicked off Spring (and Letter I week) with free Italian Ices from Rita's!

Peeper thoroughly enjoyed her strawberry-banana, although she didn't care for the actual chunks of either fruit. She tried each one twice, but each time, she spit them right back out, saying "Don' like it."

I have to give her credit from trying and trying again, though!

Letter of the Week: H

Tot School
~ Peeper is 28.5 months old ~

A Note To My Regular Readers: I may be repeating some photos or stories that I've already published, but I want to put all our learning activities in the one post that's part of to the Tot School link-up.

Tot Schoolers: Welcome! If you enjoy this post, please feel free to stay for a while. I'll give you a fair warning that much of my blog is PG-13, but my Tot School link-up posts will always be G-Rated.

Here are the contents of our Letter H discovery bin: hammer, horse, hamburger, heart, hat, hotdog, (bear) head, H, hand, hanger and hair.

Since she enjoyed making Playdoh Gs with my help last week, I figured that Hs would be easy enough for her to do on her own.

I was kind of wrong about that, but she still enjoyed it.

And I made her a snowman, too.

And she did a little painting.

On Tuesday, we made some green cookies for St. Patrick's Day. I think there were still a couple left by the time the 17th rolled around!

She loves playing with her "sticks and puffies" (pipe cleaners and pompoms). She often has me make "itsy 'piders" out of the pipecleaners, but on this day, she asked me to make a caterpillar. I was kind of proud of what I came up with.

And, of course, I had to turn him into a beautiful butterfly.

This week, I brought out these alphabet flashcards that I picked up on the Target Dollar Aisle at back-to-school time. She is really enjoying playing with them.

She noticed a couple of different kinds of birds and put them together, so then we looked for all the birds, and she lined them up.

Then she stuck a goat on the end. I asked why, and she said, "Like goats."

Uh, ok. I had no idea she was such a fan of goats.

She also likes to use the knife from her kitchen to "cut" the apple and the egg.

We did a lot of Playdoh-ing this week, too. On this evening, she had asked me to make a watermelon, and after that I kind of got carried away.

Here's the watermelon, grapes, lime, lemon, orange and a cookie with green sprinkles. (Much like the ones we'd made earlier in the week.)

She's had me do this a few time, and I've also made brocolli and greenbeans and a plum . . .

. . . and a carrot, which of course, became a nose. When I put it on her nose, she said, "Peeper need eyes!" so I made her some of those, too.

My favorite part of the whole Playdoh fruit and veggie thing was when she went down the row, pointing to each one, saying "Peeper likes watermelon. Peeper likes grapes. Peeper likes lemons," and so forth.

Only a few of those statements were actually true, but she thinks she likes just about any food. There are many things that she's tasted several times, spit out and said, "I don' like it," but keeps trying them over and over.

Grapes, for example. She always wants a grape if I'm eating them. She's never actually gotten past the first taste, but she tries and tries again.

As little as she actually eats, volume-wise, I am so glad that she's at least willing to try different foods, even if she decides they're not for her.

Another day, she dug around in her dress-up basket to find hats for herself, me and the stuffed bear that she was calling "Curly Bear."
Curly Bear is Baby Bear's baby sister on Sesame Street. She loves the video about her being born. When she was carrying this little bear all over that evening, I think she told me that she's Curly Bear's big sister.

Shrike and I are in agreement that if this IVF-for-number-two thing (starting in a few weeks!) doesn't work out for us, we're going to have to get rid of that bear and ban that video, because we just can't take it.
Anyway, she lined up all the hats, and I asked, "Now what?" She said "Yook at dem!"

She told me the same thing about a line of ducks on a different day.

On Friday, the weather was beautiful, so we spent some time out in the yard. While we were there, we met this guy!

Peeper thought he was great, and picked him up and let him crawl around on her hand. She said it tickled. I took her word for it.

He wasn't moving much at all when we put him back under the bush, and I have very little confidence that he's still alive. I'm trying to tell myself that he was probably of a destructive species, so I don't have to feel guilty about that.

Later, we were talking about it, and I suggested that we crawl like caterpillars. For a while, she was a baby caterpillar and I was a mama caterpillar, until I realized that there's no such thing as a mama caterpillar!

So, I put on her butterfly wings, and I was Mama Butterfly!

I helped my little Baby Caterpillar to find a "nice green leaf" to eat.

And then, I helped her to build a cocoon . . . .

. . . and to break out of it . . .

. . . and become a beautiful butterfly . . .

. . . and fly away!

You might not think that eating toast with jelly is very educational, but it was inspired by some of the pictures in her Brain Quest books. She likes to look at the pictures of "Max (the monkey) eating!" and she was talking a lot about the "two jellies!" on his breakfast table, when I realized that, while we own jelly, we rarely eat it, and she's probably never had it without peanut butter.

So, we made toast and jelly. She likes toast but this time, she mostly just licked the jelly off the top!

And, finally, our letter crafts. We actually made our H on Sunday, but I didn't get any photos of the process.

Here she is working on "h is for hearts" - she actually ended up doing the majority of the glueing and sticking-on herself, with just a little help at the end, when I put glue on the hearts and she told me where to stick them.

And what about the other craft? Well, PerfectPup is blowing her coat right now, so I couldn't resist H is for Hair!