And she's got a pretty good little pincer grip.
What this means is that she scoots her belly to the nearest single dog hair and then ever so delicately picks it up and puts it in her mouth. Grains of quinoa get the same treatment.
I feel like I ask people this about quinoa and they look at me like I've lost my mind, but... does it get everywhere? Can you ever really be sure you've cleaned up all the quinoa? It's like sand. Sand that you have to scoop on your kitchen counter and then rinse and then get into a pot and then wash the pot, the rinsing receptacle and possibly the scoop. And then you have to get the errant grains down the sink.
I feel like there's always quinoa everywhere. (I also feel like a caricature of a suburban stay at home mother belonging to a certain demographic, but there you are. I'll just be over here worrying about how to clean up quinoa. Geez.)
I also feel like this baby is going to get a third tooth soon, but, you know me; I'm the mom who cried teething.
Also, we think maybe she's saying "cat". I mean, we can hear that she's making sounds that amount to "cat" and she says it while looking at the cat (and most other animals). Her grandmother and at least one aunt agree that it's non-random, after watching a video.
Yesterday, she was playing on the floor with her father and she climbed on his head and looked in his ears and laughed and laughed and laughed. Today, she looked in my ears (it felt fair; I'd just trimmed her nails and brushed her hair, and I was going to be brushing her teeth shortly, after all) and didn't laugh. I'm very curious about that.