Of Course, She'll Always Be Our Baby

Juliet has been imitating a baby lately, crawling over to me making babbling sounds, pulling herself up on my legs and holding her arms up to be picked up and snuggled. I'll ask her whether she's being a baby and she'll nod, but sort of parenthetically so that it doesn't disrupt the flow of her performance. She's pretty convincing, and I have no idea what is on her mind when she's doing it.

Eggs and Bunnies

Juliet found many, many eggs this Easter, enlisting the help of her friend Sammy from Vermont to reach the higher ones and Sammy's mother Beth to open the eggs. (Sammy also did an excellent job of standing casually next to the harder-to-find eggs, sometimes with game show hostess-style hand gestures, so that Juliet cried out "I found it!" every time).

But the best part was on Friday, putting little candy bars in eggs for her friends at school and separating out the ones in the gold wrappers, which had peanuts. "These are for the elephants," she told me.

Be Vewy, Vewy Quiet...

Juliet came into the living room wearing Cliff's headlamp (correctly worn and turn on) and announced, "I'm going to find the crocodiles."