Last night as I was giving her a bath, I put her next to the tub, which she leaned against as she watched the water fill up her smaller, baby tub within the big tub.
I handed her the washcloth, she dropped it into the tub. I handed her a rubber ducky, she dropped that into the tub, too.
"Thank you, Rachel, for being so helpful!" I exclaimed.
This morning on the changing table she said something that sounded a lot like "baby." It came out, "bay-beh." "Did you just say BABY?" I asked. She just smiled.
And she is now realizing there are many more books in the world than the three I've been reading to her. The result: She only wants me to read one or two pages of each book before she pushes it away and looks for another.
"I think you should start her on Crime and Punishment," Drew said this morning. "She's obviously bored with the current offerings."
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