germs everywhere

Now I'm sick. Yuck. Just a cold, but still....yuck. It's a gorgeous day today and I don't even feel like being out in it because my head is killing me with a sinus headache.

She slept almost all night last night. I think she had a nightmare around 5, because she was making these weird squealing screams before she woke up and started calling me. Then she was saying something that sounded like, "Daddy, Panda." So we concluded that she had a dream about Daddy being chased by a panda, but who knows. Maybe Daddy was a panda. Or maybe she wasn't even saying panda. It's hard to tell a lot of the time. After I comforted her, she went back to sleep until 7.

Last weekend Daddy was watching a softball game on TV (it was his college's team, who was in the playoffs). Our little one was fascinated by it and would get upset every time a commercial would come on and she couldn't see someone with a bat. She kept fussing, saying, "Bat? Bat?" until it would come back on again. And ever since then she's been picking up sticks in the yard, saying, "Bat!" and hitting the soccer ball with it. So on Friday when I went to some garage sales, I had to buy this Little Tikes T-ball set, which was only $1. She loves it and calls it "Baw boss." (her version of baseball) Of course, she can't figure out the right way to hold the bat unless I put her hands on it the right way, but even if she has it wrong she uses the other end of the bat to knock the ball off of the tee. Here's our future superstar:

Oh, and here are a few things I've forgotten to write about in the last few days:

*On the way to the doctor the other day she was saying "Boo Boo," over and over. When I looked at her in the rear view mirror, I saw that she was pointing to her ear. Poor girl. I guess it really was hurting her.

*Her new phrase is, "Wh' are you?" So in the parking lot when she's looking for our truck she'll say, "Tuck, wh' are you?" Or yesterday when Daddy went to put the picnic trash in the garbage bin and she couldn't see him, it was, "Daddy, wh' are you?" Or if she hears a motorcycle a half mile away she says, "Cycle, wh' are you?" It's so cute.

*The girl is crazy for strawberries. Last night she wanted a snack. It was awhile after dinner and not quite her bedtime. We had some strawberries I had cut up for her several days before, but yesterday was the last day they would be any good, so I gave her the whole bowl full, thinking she'd eat what she wanted and I'd throw the rest out because they wouldn't last another day. She ate the whole bowl full! There were a lot of strawberries in there! I've been buying a big container every time I go to the store, since they're in season and always on sale, and she goes through them all within just a few days. This is my daughter who eats like a bird some days and like a wolf on others. On strawberry days it's usually like a wolf.