Little Miss Can't be Wrong

Proof, if proof was ever needed, that May takes after her daddy sometimes.

She has become a neat-nik.

At the playground yesterday, she wouldn't get into the toy car until I'd wiped off the seat for her. "Clean, please," she said, pointing. Though, demanding she has a clean car may be more Skip's influence than Christopher's.

She needs her own napkin ("nay-kin!") at meals and wipes her hands often. If I don't give her her own napkin -- for instance, if she's dirtied every clean napkin in the house -- she demands that I wipe her hands with my napkin. Often I substitute a dish towel and she likes that, too. "May-may's towel!"

Let's see... what else? She's sleeping much better and her nap has moved to much earlier in the day. We've had to stop going to the usual 11 a.m. play groups because she needs to have eaten lunch and be ready to nap at noon.

Some of her favorite things include: owls, tigers, tractors, firetrucks, any construction equipment, motorcycles, bikes, shoes, and bumblebees. She gets very adamant and upset if she sees someone on a bike or a motorcycle (I can't begin to reproduce the way she says that word, but it's cute) who isn't wearing a helmet. She will pat her head, quite hard, and say "Hat! Hat! Hat!"

Her uncle Seth brought home a child's book in French from Paris and she's very fond of that. I can get about one word in seven, and whole swathes of it make no sense to me. But she still demands to have us "read" it to her.

Not much else new.