I sort of caught Greta on tape singing her ABCs with me.  As the wife of a documentary filmmaker you'd think I could get a higher quality home video.  I'll work on that.

 

Greta at 18 months...going on 16

Greta. Greta. Greta. 

This itty bitty girl is an adorable handful.  A fireball of attitude.

She almost has an entire mouthful of teeth...which she is currently using to bite Jones with when he takes her toys and wrestles her to the floor.  

She prefers to do all things by herself and in the most painstakingly detailed way.  

She most often says "no" and "mine", but she also says:

let go

my turn
stop it
stinky
not working
fix it

doggy, cat, birdie

potty

bye daddy

daddy work

big kiss

hug

Jonesie

more milk

blueberries

popcorn

itchy

up, down, up, down

hit me (referring to Jones)

night night

teeth, eyebrows, eye, nose, ear, mouth, cheek, foot

wiggle, wiggle, wiggle

And the list could go on.  Every day I ask her to say new things because I can't get over the cuteness of her voice.  Jones didn't sing much as a little guy, but Greta loves to sing with me and she knows a lot of lyrics.  The ABCs, I'm So Glad When Daddy Comes Home (an LDS nursery song) and Popcorn Popping are her big hits around here. 

Greta is also counting to 10 in a wandering sort of way and I was blown away the first time I heard her.  I was talking to Jones and asked him to count to 10 and I heard a little voice behind me saying, "Se-yen, eight, ine...".  I'm a proud mommy. 

Although Greta is a cutie cute cutie, she is ALWAYS fighting with Jones and shouting "Let go!" and other sassy phrases.  The fighting is wearing me down and I'm trying to keep the peace 24-7. 

Can't we just find the love?

Daily Double

I thought I published the last post last week, but apparently it was just sitting around waiting to be sent into the blog world.  So lucky for you I have another round of photos for the blog.  Two posts in one day...a miracle. 

If we get out of the house it's mostly to hit the park or the thrift store, but last week we added some variety to our lives:  trick or treating, St. Edward's softball practice and the LDS San Antonio temple (that last one was sans kiddos...thank goodness).

Jones wanted to be Jake the pirate from a Disney Jr. cartoon, but we lost his eye patch a few days before Halloween and I pulled everything else together last minute...so it came out a little more like a  "street tough" than a pirate.  Oops.

Jones inherited his daddy's eyebrows (or lack thereof) so we had to do some eyeliner magic to get him to look as close to Jake as he wanted.  When we had to wipe the eyebrows off for bedtime he cried, "But now I can't be a piraaaaaate!"

Triplets, eh?  Good luck with that, Greta.

Stealing candy is his specialty.

Let's be honest.  I don't like blogging anymore.  I post photos for the grandparents and because I know they love these kids.  So this is just a big photo dump tonight.  Here is October.  :)

Greta loves her new Madeleine with red hair like JuJu.

This is the only way I can trick him into napping.

She loves Target just as much as her mom.

Jones is a pirate.  Every. Day. Of. His. Life.

This scary pirate loves babies.  Don't tell anyone.

This scary baby loves pirates.

One unbearable day we dressed up for a pretend party and these two got along for about 5 seconds. 

Five seconds of bliss. 

Me:  If you want to go to the library, raise your hand.

Apparently Greta had unfinished business at the Austin Public Library, Twin Oaks branch.

Being my dress up doll at Goodwill.

If this is the one image I remember