This little girl has us laughing and scratching our heads at the same time.
Here her diaper fell off in the parking lot of Dr. Wiatrak's office building. She wasn't yelling, "PODDY! PODDY!" for no reason.
Here is a brief moment of quiet at the Golden Arches. Lately, she has been acting shy (while remaining observant) in public.
Helen see, Helen do. Mommy cleans, now how 'bout you? In her determined mode, she got the broom out of its holder on the wall, accidentally smacking Mommy between the eyes with the handle.
Lately, she chooses several "items of the day," and hauls them everywhere. This day, it was her night-night bear and her cup. The number of items ranges from 2-4, usually evolving into whatever triggers her fancy. She will browse room by room, adding to her collection, hollering her frustration when stuff starts dropping. (It's like me walking into a store and only grabbing a basket. That's when you find all the good deals and you end up needing a cart.)
And conking out for an extremely rare morning nap during room time. Remove whatever is uncomfortable, clutch all that is precious--this day it was a travel pack of Kleenex--and float into oblivion.