Bwoh Bwoh Bwoh

That’s my little noise machine.  Giving me the evil eye for taking a picture of her making noise.  What?  I’m a dad.  That’s, like, my job.  Seriously.
She finally figured out how to make the Bwoh bwoh bwoh noise.  You know, with your hand?  Smacking your mouth as you shout?  I don’t want to say Indian Battle Cry, because that would be offensive?  Right?  I don’t know what the rules are about describing that sound.  Actually, that prevented me from writing about it for at least a month. 
Which is a shame.  Because, for the longest time Claire thought that you accomplish that noise by banging your ears while shouting.  Try it.  It sounds the same.  No.  That doesn’t make her dumb.  Just, um, creative.  Yeah.  Claire was super creative with that for, what, a few months.  That’s not a big deal, right? 
My child is a genius.  There will be no questions.

Yeah. She Does That.

I may have taught Claire over the course of her life that taking things from people’s faces is both appropriate and hilarious.  It all started with me stealing her pacifier.  Then, she learned that she could steal my glasses.  It’s like our little game.  That generally results in me getting stabbed in the eye when she thrusts the glasses back into my face to give them back.  So, on the one hand, manners!  Yay.  On the other, repetetively stabbed in the eye by my baby.  Maybe not the best game to teach her.
Either way, Diana survived unscathed.  This time.

I Do This

Terrible picture, I know.  But, cut me some slack.  I’m multitasking here.  Claire has started doing this thing where she would very much like to drum while enjoying a bottle.  If not in her booster chair, she will occassionally insist on standing whilst imbibing.  Standing and drumming.  I think she does it because she doesn’t want to fall asleep.  But, I really have no justification for that thought.
You can file this away in "Hey, you know, sometimes, babies.  They, well, they just do stuff."

A Glass Box Of Emotion

Sometimes, I’ll go out on the porch to read while Danielle is playing with Claire.  Further, of those some times, occassionally Claire will find her way to the sliding door and spy on me.  And, by spy on me, I of course mean bang on the door for dear life.  "DAD! I’m right here!"  And I’ll say, well, it doesn’t matter because she can’t hear me.  But, I’ll make funny faces at her.  And then she’ll say "Okay.  That is funny.  But, LET ME OUT!"
And, truth be told, it’s heartbreaking when I ignore her and go back to reading my book.  Okay.  That’s not true at all.  I usually go in and zoom her around the house for a few minutes.  Real truth be told, it’s pretty hard to read a book on the porch and relish your position as Lord Of The Manor with the Princess of the Galaxy banging on a door every ten minutes.  Geez.  Parenting is tough. 
But, it was a really nice day out.

Happy Birthday, Diana

Hey.  It’s my sister’s birthday.  Wish her happy birthday!
Disclaimer: Doesn’t count as a flashback, because Diana likes this picture.  And, she’s the birthday girl.  Besides, why am I explaining this to you?  I don’t have to justify anything.  It still doesn’t count as a flashback picture.