Thank You

Gilly saw me brushing my teeth this morning, and as usual she asked for her toothbrush ("teeth! teeth!").

When I handed it to her, she said "ank ooo" (thank you).

It was the first time she said "thank you" without prompting from us.

Gilly's Favorite Hat

She likes this hat so much that we no longer keep it in her drawer, but in a basket where she can get to it.

He's All Boy

A few weeks ago Gilly and I were grocery shopping. She likes to hold things while we're shopping, and this time I let her carry a coconut. It can be a dramatic scene when it comes time to take the item away and have it scanned, so I normally wait until the last second and hand it back to her after it is scanned.

This time, the cashier noticed Gilly clinging to the coconut and she asked "does he think it's a ball?"

People frequently think Gilly is a boy, and sometimes I don't bother correcting them. It doesn't bother Gilly (yet), and it certainly doesn't bother me, so I just nodded and said "I think so."

She replied with a smile, "he's all boy!"

Nineteen Pounds of Pure Trouble

"hmmm, maybe if I wear daddy's boots, I can get the printer ink"


(Nope. Not since mommy had to tape the printer shut to keep Gilly from pulling the ink cartridges out of the printer.)

Silly Gilly

Gilly is starting to dress herself. Can you tell?

Friends

Yesterday:




November 2005:

Cleaning

Comedian

Every day, Gilly cracks us up with her antics. Some recent things she does that keep us entertained are:

pulling Lyn's underwear off the laundry rack and putting them over her head

putting things in the washing machine (you never know what you'll find in there)

trying to put our shoes on (sometimes putting both feet in the same shoe)

running around screeching LOUDLY just for the heck of it

she learned to say "no"

she HAS to brush her teeth whenever I do

and many more things I can't think of right now