Piggy Tails

Mimi is an anomoly- if Ernie leaves her bathroom door open, Mimi is there light butter on pancakes, rooting through the drawers for more things to put on her head. Ribbons, clips, pony-tail holders, headbands...she grabs handfuls then lumbers over to me, fists extended "eh-eh-eh!"

It's the universal baby-language (banguage?) for "Look I have something, take it now and do something good with it please. I'm asking you nicely, please do it now, please please please. You know I'm going to scream like a pterodactyl with wings afire if you don't in 5...4...3...2..."

(You like that blue smear? We've given up painting until the spring, when we can open the windows. Unfortunately, we made this decision AFTER cutting in most of the room. I think it will lend an air of disctinction to our Christmas Eve family gathering.)

Now vote: Pig Tails are appropriate for church? Or are they head spikes? Hello stiff Wonder-Family hair!

(When these pony tails fall out, as they inevitably do, their new "do" is amazing. Ernie saw her last night and shrieked "Look! The baby is a flower!" Kind of swirly, kind of twirly. Very nice.)

By the way, am I the only person who thinks baby tantrums are funny? She shrieks. She arches her back and bends her knees, to get better sound amplification. She toddles a few feet, and theeennn THROWS herself facefirst at the ground to show her dejection. Touching.