Saturday, March 31, 2012

Two Weeks With Grama


New boots and a big band-aid.


Park watching.


Jail baby.


Colouring.


Baking.


"Sleeping"


Cute face.

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Pingu Pingu

Over the last month, Frances has fallen for Pingu, a mischievous British-Swiss claymation penguin


Pingu and hi pals (Pinga and Robby the Seal) don't talk - they honk and squeak and noot - but no "let's roll a giant snowball up a hill see what happens" or "I'm going to hide this fish soup in my backpack". At first I didn't think it would keep her attention since there were none of the words she knows and loves, but I guess it really wasn't too long ago that we all sounded sort of honky and squeaky to her. 

This morning at the market she entertained herself by running up and down the access ramp yelling noot noot, noot noot. I'm sure everyone but us thought she was bordering on a fit with her no no, no, no, but its something she's been doing for a few days now - yelling noot noot as she bounds here and there and climbs and jumps on beds and couches. It's so neat (and adorable) to see her thinking about things she saw last night or last week, but that are no where around her when they pop into her little mind.
   
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