* Two new teeth coming in, making a grand total of 8
* Phoebe is just over the 50th percentile for weight at her age and just under 75th for height (clearly, she gets this from Paul)
* Music classes have started. Every Tuesday we host the Music Together group at our place where 4-5 kids and their parents come for a couple hours of singing, dancing and playing instruments.
* We’ve finally been to the Ladybirds playgroup–and loved it. On Fridays Phoebe and I will now be there. The location is a church near the Spanish Steps (a gorgeous walk through Villa Borghese and part of the historic center of Rome). A couple dozen kids and their parents play, sing songs, enjoy a snack (naturally) and try for a craft project. Phoebe isn’t into crafts just yet but she sang and shimmied her way through the rest of the playtime. And our muffins were a hit!
* Phoebe’s started RUNNING!
* Raisins are her very favorite food in the whole world, particularly because they come in a special red box that she gets to hold and handle herself. Thank you Commissary! (See above.)
* Her vocab currently includes: mama, dada, please, ciao ciao, bye bye, shoes, you, hot. Ditto on the video.
* One of her biggest new things is pointing to where she wants you to go. We have big glass doors that open on two sides of the house where she loves to sit, and a small finger will start pointing to the space next to her where she wants you to join.
* More direct, she’s also started trying to move us physically if we’re not in the desired location, or position. Say, if you’re sitting instead of standing, she’ll try to lift you up by your legs until you’re in the right place.
* On that note, she’s a champion cleaner. Phoebe is very into putting things where they go: blocks go back in the box, puzzle pieces get put away, bath toys go into the basket, all garbage is thrown into the trash immediately. And if you fail to put something where she knows it goes, she’ll handle it ASAP. She’s also keen to use a sponge or paper towel to wipe any surface.
* We’ve become one of those families who brings a pink mini stroller to the park. Phoebe and I stroll, side by side, through Villa Borghese. She’s not a bad driver.
* And finally, Phoebe is way into her babies. She’s got two dolls and one gets to ride in the pink stroller (I don’t know why the other one doesn’t but I’m sure she’s got her reasons). She also kisses the babies, feeds them and tries to put her shoes on their tiny “feet”. A big sister in the making for sure.