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December 12th, 2003 - Friday Today Hayley never ceases to amaze me. Tonight I was doing the dishes and she pulled out her Very Hungry Caterpillar book. It shows a bunch of different foods that the caterpillar eats its way through in order to fill himself up. One of the foods is an apple. Tonight Hayley opened the book to that page, looked down, and said "apple!" over and over. I should not really be amazed because when she sees pictures of babies she fake cries and when she sees pictures of ducks, she does her quacking sound. When George walks into the room she frequently bellows out "Daddy!" at him. She obviously recognizes things and knows they hold some relation to a word or a sound, but it was just the first time I had ever seen her look at a picture and call it by name. It's a neverending cycle of amazement and fascination for me.    I am currently enduring cramps from hell. I am still disappointed that breastfeeding only held off Aunt Flo for eleven months post-partum. The day Hayley turned 11 months old, bam, there it was. Here I am, and she's almost 15 months, and I'm still not really used to it. I get irrationally pissed off when it starts again. I really enjoyed not cramping up. What a freakin' hassle. Sorry. Too much information? Speaking of that... I know that they say girls are starting to hit puberty earlier and earlier these days but I think it's ridiculous that Hayley is only a little over a year old and she's already about to get her period too. I figure that was the only possible explanation for her snarkiness and bitchiness today. Clearly she's got PMS. Okay, I guess it's more likely that her way-too-short nap this afternoon was behind her mood. She was okay in spurts, playing and laughing, but every so often, wow. Monster city. She started to wail because I left the room to go clean the litter box. She was happy to watch the rats run around the tub while I cleaned their cage but she was pissed that I wouldn't let her climb in the tub with them. She was happy to feed them Cheerios but she was angry when I wouldn't give her any more to give them because I just wanted to finish the job. She was also really upset that I removed her from the room altogether because she wouldn't get out of the way so I could put them back in the cage. Poor Hayley. It sucks for her to be so tired. I feel badly for her with the rats though. She obviously loves them tremendously but they're pretty scared of her. She's far too young to understand how delicate they are so even though I watch her carefully sometimes she still manages to pound on the cage once or twice which is really loud for them. Also, although I've taught her to call them quietly by making a little clucking noise at them, sometimes she gets excited and calls them loudly the way you would call a cat and they twitch and cower because it freaks them out. Other times she gets even more excited and she squeals really hard. Then she doesn't get why they won't come over to her or why they hide inside their little margarine container house that I made for them. She would be happy to spend all day with them. When she wakes up in the morning she immediately pushes her door open and points at the cage. Thorughout the day, she points at them any time she goes by or into her room and yells "Uh! Dat! Uh!" I have a feeling we're raising a big animal lover. Man I'm tired. I have no idea why. I think that's it for tonight. Here are two pictures for you. Happy Friday!
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Reading: The DaVinci Code, Dan Brown.
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