Bossy Pants

Someone is learning the art of verbal communication. 

She now points at the window and says side, side…as in, she wants to go outside.

And she wants to swing.  

So dad jimmy rigged a seat belt and she swung

Oh these two.  

To be honest she’s kinda turning into a little bossy pants.  She points at which food she wants to eat and when, she shakes her head no when she doesn’t want something and nods yes when your offerings are acceptable.  Being at a disadvantage by not having the ability to go walk and get something herself or even grab something right in front of her she’s a pretty reasonable tyrant.  And cuddly.  But let me just say thank heavens for Baby Einstein for those times when I need a break from our baby dictator.