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Clementine
is now very active - climbing into, up and back down everything in
sight.
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She's
"all mobile style", and has the cutest sneakers! |
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During an afternoon walk she discovered some jam-jar tops which fascinated
her.
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She
played with them for 15 minutes... which is almost a whole day in big
people time. |
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She
was careful to keep them with her throughout all other activities -
like climbing stairs... |
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... giving me tummy raspberries, and
poking my belly.
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In
the face of many many toys, the jam-jar lids were giants... at least
for a while. |
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The long, striped guy is from a store
called Nest in SF. I picked him up and then.. just couldn't put him
down. Not sure if it's a dog or a cat or what - we named him "Danimal",
after a license plate I saw on the highway. Who goes to the DMV and
gets a "Danimal" vanity plate???
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In addition to climbing stairs
(safely - she turns around completely to go down)...
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Clementine can now also
entertain herself with books.
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She turns the pages and points
at the animals, and reads to herself in baby language.
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She is also in training for the
WWF.
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The rigors of her daily bouts are top
secret material, fit only for fellow trainers.
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But you can see she's a formidable
opponent, already. Watch out for her low kicks. Deadly!
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She's also an amateur botanist
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Little escapes her inquisitive eye -
or hand (sadly prone to crushing at this stage).
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While Clementine slept, we discussed
her wrestling program over Chinese takeout and wine.
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Apparently this sordid scene is the
result of a farmers' market strawberry extravaganza.
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Cell phones and cherries were also on
the menu.
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I believe that this is the cutest
baby on the planet, people.
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I also believe she is studying to be
a mafia don. All she needs is a pinky ring!
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First, some chicken. Then... let's go
for a walk!
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Tho, maybe a book before that walk?
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Tiny investigates what I bought
for Doug in Japantown. Kittens in Fries. Don't ask me, because I don't
get it, either. They also come in burritos and hamburgers, in case you're
wondering.
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Pink means nothing to this baby.
She's all about texture, and dirt!
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We did eventually go for a walk
- looking for her bottle (which she threw from the stroller in a fit of
post-strawberry angst or something?). Lo and behold - a kind stranger put it
in plain view.
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Tiny's hands are so small - but just
the right size for cheerios and raisins.
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Some beauties along the walk that
escaped her mitts.
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Another development: pushing things.
When they do not go where she wants, there are tears.
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But nothing a little quality time
with a boob (or bottle) can't fix. Happy gnawing, Tiny!!
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