
Cora
really loved swinging today. She was giggling and bouncing up and down in the swing. We met Christy and William at the park, and a great time was had by all.
See how big Cora's front teeth look? They are really coming in. I

think they need some friends on either side, to make them look less ... big. She is using those teeth - we've noticed she is eating a lot more food in the last week or so. On

Tuesday night for dinner, she ate all of a two-inch-by -two-inch (or bigger) portion of Cottage Pie, and then some yogurt for dessert. Earlier in the day, she had eaten maybe half of a carrot

/apple/flax seed muffin. When eating cheerios,

sometimes I'll see her take after me - she'll actually take three bites to eat one 'O.'
Cora found plenty to occupy herself with this afternoon while I cleaned up the kitchen. Here she is, in the middle of what she emptied out of her two lower dresser drawers. She was quite proud of herself. She also likes to empty the small trash can in the bathroom, and the bottom drawer in the kitchen where I keep her cups, bowls and (unused) bottles.
In the last photos, you see my attempt at keeping her content and still on the changing table. She likes playing peekaboo, and if I can get her to play along, she sometimes will let me change her without too much fuss. Other times... LOTS of fuss. This girl has got a will of her own, already. I feel like I'm having toddler battles with my infant.She wants to turn over, crawl off, and grab the wipes warmer. She screams bloody murder and gets rigid when I disagree. (
sigh)
On Tuesday night, Stace got to experience the temper of Cora (not that he hadn't before). He gave her a bath, and they had a grand time. I was in the kitchen, and I could hear them playing and splashing. Then, Daddy got Cora out and apparently wanted to put her lotion and clothing on. Whoa! World War III, right here in Cora's bedroom. Screaming, crying - and that was just Stace. Cora is either super lovely - giving us hugs, dancing to make us laugh, talking and pointing and giggling - or she is very unlovely. But, of course, we love her either way.