I've been talking up about spending the day with Nana & Papaw on Saturday. This morning when I asked her--she was eating her cereal and drinking her milk sippie at her table--she shook her yes that she was going. This afternoon on the way home, I asked her again if she was going to go and she shook her head no. We'll see.
Last night, I was showing Alise a picture of herself (when she was six months old). I asked her, "Do you know who this is?" and she said, "Kay-kay!!" I laughed and said, "No, silly! This is YOU!! This is Leesy!" I don't think she got it. But she drives me absolutley nuts in the mornings pointing at Wayne in a picture in our bedroom saying, "Da-Da! Da-Da!" I always have to say, "Yes, baby. That's da-da."
I think it's time to get Alise a toothbrush. Yesterday morning, I was brushing her teeth with this little rubber finger tip brush. When I was brushing her teeth, she nearly bit my finger off!!! We've got eight teeth now, so I think it's time for her own toothbrush. Even though our "brushing" won't amount to anything (she likes to suck the toothpaste off the brush), I sure don't want to be missing a finger in the future!