- The cat, Gabby. Or Gabbles as my husband calls her (although I'm not quite sure why). We got Gabby as a kitten from the shelter just before I got pregnant. She isn't quite as cool as our first cat Cooper, who died just three years after we got him. She's jumped on my head a time or two, while I was in bed and bit me once when she got underfoot. I tolerate her. But Peanut loves her. She will stop whatever she is doing the moment the cat walks in the room. Forget about feeding her if Gabby comes around. It just isn't happening. Surprisingly the moody cat is OK with Peanut. She lets Peanut pet her and doesn't get upset when Peanut tugs a little too hard.
- Her own photos. Yes, my 7-month-old is a little narcissistic. (Wouldn't you be if you were that cute?) We recently hung her 6-month pictures on the wall and she LOVES them. She jabbers to them and giggles and just thinks they are wonderful. When she sits on my lap on the couch, she looks back and forth between the two of them. She also loves the digital picture frame in the kitchen, which is of course, is loaded with photos of her.
- Kanye West's video for "Heartbreaker". I'm not really sure why (although I'm not judging because I can remember one of my favorite songs when I was little was Tina Turner's "What's love got to do with it?") At first I thought it was because the video is a cartoon but even if she has her back to the television and hears the music come on, she whips her little head around and just stares. I'm beginning to wonder if they could make a mobile with it so she'll be soothed to sleep at night. Although I'm pretty sure that could do some kind of damage that she will make me pay for later in life.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Posted by Michelle at 9:08 PM
Three things stop my little Peanut in her tracks.
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