Code Yellow

So, let me tell you what my little Lucy is up to. We were at Kohls last week and we turned around to look at some shoes while she was staring at herself in the mirror....and....she disappreared. We looked for about 10 min. all over, until I told costomer service that I couldn't find my 2 year old. They immediately called a "code yellow" and started helping us. The lady called it a second time and more people showed up to search. She was on the otherside of the store, which Gary had checked, and she ran from the lady who found her. The lady chased her my way and I picked her up, eventhough I had Fisher in my arms as well. Gary was so mad. I started to cry and had her look into my eyes as I sternly told her to never leave us again. She stared at my eyes the entire time and said "okay" like she usually does. Then, Friday she was upstairs watching Robin Hood and I went up to check on her. There was a chunk of hair on the ground and I thought, this is strange. Then I found another one, and another. And I realized she had cut her hair. I gathered all the pieces I could find, you know to keep for posterity, and then went to check her out. I was nervous. I took out her clip and more hair fell out. Her hair is so curly that you really can't tell, so lucky her. As I was trying to get it all gathered she shut herself into our toilet area and when I opened that door, she had unravelled all the toilet paper. She was escorted out of our bathroom after that. But, oh, that kid makes me laugh. She is talking so well and can cary on a conversation with herself. And, she sings all the theme songs to the PBS cartoons and the songs from Lion King. Well, enough that you know what she is singing. Today she was playing with Fisher in the landing/hallway and he would start to fuss and she would thrust a book in his face and say, "Fish, look at this" or "Here you go, Fish". Already she is starting to try to keep the little one from crying so she doesn't get into trouble. Atleast that is why I used to do it.

Fisher gets around. I can't explain how, because it isn't always crawling on all 4s, but it isn't army crawl or rolling either. It is like magic, pooof and he has made it across the room. He and Lucy will play together sometimes and those are the times that he really gets around. He has started smacking his lips when he wants to nurse or right after, or sometimes just for fun. His favorite way to tell me it is time to nurse is to headbut my chest. He started clapping on Friday. He still has one hand in a fist, since he has been tight fisted since birth, but he knows what he is doing and claps at appropriate times. He also gives 5 when you ask for it, but he has been doing that for about 6 weeks. He finally cut one of his top middle teeth and therefore now has 5, which he loved to bit me with while nursing last week. It was soooooooo, incredibly painful, but I think we are over it.
I wonder what this week will bring.