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Piper! Pumpkins!


Here's an October update on my sweetie pie, Piper Joy. She is officially 13 months old these days. Tom and I made the important decision that she does indeed have enough hair for a spout or two, and the pictures below demonstrate our wisdom.


Piper can say lots of words. Her current favorite is "bear". Because she is, of course, a brilliant child, she can identify stuffed animal bears, puzzle piece bears, bears in pictures, and pretty much any other kind of bear you might find in a toddler's life. She pronounces it "bah" and loves to squeal, "a bah! a bah!" over and over again.


I love how her little personality is beginning to show up these days. She has very strong opinions about shoes. They are a must have. She also prefers not to wear socks unless she's wearing shoes. When it comes to books, Tom and I may read one to her once in a sitting and then she needs complete control of it from there. She will flip through the pages and read it to herself very loudly. Especially if she sees a bear.


As you can see in the picture above, Piper Joy is a thoughtful soul. She enjoys spending time alone outside leaning against a tree and walking around its trunk until she falls down. At this point, she will look for Mom and begin chanting "Up! Up! Up!" (emphasis on the "p") until I remind her that she is now capable of pulling herself back up to a standing position.


This probably comes as no surprise, but Piper also loves to sing. She sings all the time. She sings to herself in her crib in the morning. She sings with Mom and Dad in the car. She can even match pitches and likes to improvise on a theme you give her. And best of all, she sings herself to sleep for nap time. I am excited to see where this musical interest goes!


Due to her beginnings at Camp Cho-Yeh,  Piper is a nature girl. She is interested in all growing things, especially the bite sized. We spend lots of great time outside in our new awesome backyard with Waffles and the various yippy dogs who live in the surrounding yards. Piper's best trick to date is that she smells every single flower she sees with a giant, audible sniff and an adorable sniffing face. She usually points to flowers and squeals with joy as well.


I just can't even comment on this. This pic makes both Tom and me laugh every single time we see it.

And that's our baby, folks! She's a doll and I am thoroughly enjoying being her mom.

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