The Night of One Happy Kitty

Maya ready to go at Aunt B's house.Maya and "bucket" deciding where to go- and making it hard for mommy to talk good photos (she never stops moving!)
This is the only good one I got of her tail.
Maya and her lolly.




She had been wearing her kitty ears for weeks, carrying around bucket for weeks (still wears the ears, still carries the bucket), and so of course she was excited to walk up to strangers houses, knock on the door and give them candy! Yes, she gave them candy. But they always gave it back. Not knowing what candy is (except for the occasional m&m), Maya played with it (in and out of bucket, sorting, etc.) for days until...

A couple days later, daddy gave her part of a kit kat. The next morning she walks up to me holding two reese's cups and a kit kat and says, "Open..candy...open...chocolate?"

"Punkins"

Maya loveslovesloves pumpkins!! Everywhere we go she says, "Ohh, punkins!" So I asked her, "what are we going to do when there are no more pumpkins?" Needless to say she was covered in dirt after this pumpkin patch experience. But she loved it. She loved the wagon the most.

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She also started to speak three word sentences that freak me out because they're so clear. "Momma going potty." "I running fast."

Babies aren't supposed to talk yet! I keep running into other year and halfers and they are quiet and don't talk but this little girl goes up to kids and says "HI!" And starts yelling, "Baby Elmo Gabba Gabba?!!" Which I think means, "Hey baby, do you watch Elmo or Gabba Gabba?"

And she's always yelling!!! "ELMO MOMMY DADDY ELMO!!" Hurts my ears.

Another one is "Fix it?" When I say "It's broken." Maya thinks everything can and will be fixed. "Maya your crayon is broken." "Fix?"

The Terrible Two's at Fifteen Months??

Remember how I said Maya is a Stinker? Well, it got worse. I literally cannot take the girl to the store or she throws tantrums. Independent, check. Stubborn, check. Strong-willed, check. "Maya, these are your choices: you can either sit in the cart, or mommy can hold you."
Her response, "NO! NO! NOT!", stomp stomp. Scream, Scream. If I walk by apples with her she yells, "Apple, Apple, APPLE!!! WAHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh."

It's really hard.

Shopping for a Halloween costume, "Maya look at these costumes, which one do you like?"

"Gabba. Gabba. Gabba." All the way home empty handed, "Gabba, Gabba, Gabba."

She was stuck on Brobee ("the little green one") from Yo Gabba Gabba. We looked at Walmart, that's where "Gabba" was. We looked at Target, nothing. We went back to Walmart, "Gabba, Gabba."

I bought her kitty ears, a tail and I'm in need of a black leotard and tights now.

Brobee cost a lot. And she loves the ears. Kisses! Or as Maya says, "Maah."

Baby Frida

On a cold and raining November day (sunny and 70 one day, raining and 40's the next) I give you a little brightness.

Baby Frida.




After Mommy wove her two braided buns out of felt and figured out how to make it stay (for photos only) on her head, we took her over to her Grandma Paula's for Halloween. We took a few pictures and then mommy forgot the battery with charger AT Grandma's so these are the only pictures we have from that night out! After Grandma's we went over to Brandon and Lori's for a little party. Eventually Maya changed into her pumpkin pajamas, which Mommy pointed out, "makes her a diva like Beyonce, she changes outfits at parties."




Maya's eye shadow unibrow didn't come off for a couple of days.
Mommy and Daddy are trying to be 60's German art student, and Bob Dylan...what you didn't see that? Oh, it's cause you can't see the whole outfit..yeah, that would totally make a difference...sort of.


This week she's kicking as usual (harder! ninja kicks, or soccer kicks), talking about politics (but that's winding down), enjoying her IKEA kitty that Brynna got while in Minneapolis (actually she just seems to, right now, enjoy the long white tags on it)and she learned that Maya controls the rattle. She used to just occasionally rattle her rattles, as if she thought, "Hmm, what an interesting sound, where's it coming from?" Now it's, "Yeah, I make the music, I'm in the band."

Except, Maya controls the rattle right into her face.