In the last two weeks, Little Pecky has been growing like a weed and adding all sorts of mad skillz to her repertoire. First, she started doing this gurgly coo, which was so cute, and definitely the first on-purpose sound. Papa did it back to her, and from then on, it was her Papa sound, which evolved into her anyone-she-liked sound, and then her anything-generally-fun sound. Next came a series of soft hoots, kind of a cross between a dove and an owl. That was hilarious. Then, as we were strolling one evening, she started rounding out the coos and hoots with some different mouth shapes. And now anytime she's in her carseat or stroller, she's serenading us with a whole suite of sounds. Her acoustical explorations are inspiring. She gets going with one sound and then riffs on it, changing her mouth shape, volume or expression. This baby loves to preach, and we're hanging on every word.
She's also started grabbing things with real purpose. Unfortunately, this frequently results in lacerated flesh or depilation. Papa's getting his chest hair removed whether he wants to or not. She's got a teddy bear with long straight fur that her Uncle Bub sent us, and her clammy, grabby hands are just covered in plastic hairs after she's done mauling the poor fellow. The tag says, "Made with virgin materials from US and China" I sure hope they're non-toxic, because I'm betting she's getting a good dose of fiber from Teddy every day.
On my end, I finally caved and got a mom haircut. The pain of sticky fists grabbing and shredding my locks became unbearable. Adieu to 3 years' worth of growth. Sigh. On the upside, no more dreading happening in the understory, so shampooing is a breeze. Not that I'm doing that with any frequency.
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