Woodstock Funnies

Taking Matters into Her Own Hands. Woodstock started really walking late last week, after a week of some tentative (but only when prompted) steps. Now, she finds great joy in the journey. Whenever she stands up and walks around, she pauses, claps her hands together in glee and exclaims, "Yay!" Which is exactly what we did each time she took a few steps, under great coaxing, the first few days. Once she started doing it on her own, we stopped making such a big deal. It appears she has given up on us and now has formed her one-woman cheering section for such accomplishments.

Future Model. Himself called earlier to tell me that Woodstock climbed up on big Rubbermaid container of photos, etc. to get to the laundry basket (of clean laundry, thank goodness!). She sat down, pulled the laundry out all around her, put some on her head, looked at Himself and said, "Cheese!"

Strange Words. Every once in awhile, Woodstock says something that makes us go, "huh?" A couple of weeks ago, when I asked her if she wanted milk, she said "Boppie!" and started signing "milk." I've never used the term "boppie" before. As it turns out, Miss Jan uses that term for bottles. It doesn't matter if we ask if she wants milk or a bottle, she always replies "Boppie" without fail. Late last week, she started putting her hands high in the air and saying "Uppie!" when she wants up. Last night, she thought it might also work as a code word for "get me out of my car seat!" Sadly, she was mistaken. "Uppie" is another word I've never uttered in my adult life.

At All The Wrong Times. Heidi's LiLa gave Woodstock some blocks with cool little plastic canisters in the middle. Woodstock loves taking the middle out and wearing the block as a bracelet. She wore one all the way to church on Sunday. Midway through the most solemn (and quiet) point of the service, the block fell off her wrist. Not wanting to cause great commotion to recover it, I left it sitting on the floor and tried to distract Woodstcok with something else. She paused, looked at me with a puzzled expression, pointed at the block and (VERY loudly) exclaimed "UH OH!" When I sheepishly retrieved the block, Woodstock put it back on her wrist, clapped her hands and said, "Yay!" There was a barely disguised chuckle that rippled through our portion of the congregation.

Miss Independent. Woodstock has taken to eating her daily yogurt herself - which usually means her chair, tray, bib, face, hands ... everything within a 500-foot radius is covered in the stuff. When she is done, she gives you 0.3 seconds' notice that she is done - by raising her hands and saying "Alldeee, alldeee!" She has, however, discovered that she gets quite the reaction if she takes her yogurt-covered hands and pulls her hair on each side while saying "Alldeee!" sculpting it into a sugar-and-milk-crusted hairdo that only a bath can fix.