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Sg was loving one of these zebras over at a friend's house, so AT found this one on craigslist for $15. Go Zebra, Go!

Bath time!

I don't know why I like it so much, but I really enjoy watching Sg's wake-up process. It's a little hard to hear, but AT says "Donald Trump hair".

Sg was probably too tired for this stop at La Fonda on the way home, but she held up pretty well until time to get in the car.

She has developed a preference for not being in the car, all other things being equal, and she occasionally expresses this preference through fit throwing involving going completely rigid (so that she makes a basically isosceles triangle with the car seat). I was hoping to get one of those fits on film, but on this evening we just got tired crying. Probably better for all involved, I guess.

The brushing came first.

Sg learned a new word ("plop!"), and escaped from my efforts to get her dressed in order to go share with AT.

Here's an abbreviated version of the trip I take with AT when she's able to pick me up before getting Sg.

They have these "boats" at daycare — two benches facing each other in an arched wooden frame that is something between a rocking chair and a teeter totter. The idea of rocking and "row row row your boat" are inextricably tied up for Sg, and rocking chairs (and stools) frequently elicit the beginning of the song.

Not even 19 months old, and SG already has three moves! The squat, the sitting down quickly, and the following your hip sideways around the room. She's going to be a Soooooul Train dancer, just like her daddy.