This was a pretty fun month, which included a trip up to the Rosamond Gifford Zoo with my Mimi and Opa in Syracuse, NY.  As you can see, I met a real tiger!  Well, I met his backside, at least.  He was pretty tired.

I continue to be a fearless little girl, as evidenced by my willingness to climb up onto this big tiger statue to pose for a picture (Jack could not be persuaded to join me).  It’s obvious that I have benefited from having a big brother, as most of my vocabulary is action oriented, and when I am being imaginative, I’m usually running around the house warning people about the hot lava (“hot laba!”) or pretending to “pewm” them with my space ray.

I am a serious copy cat.  Anything my brother is doing, I want to do too.  If he is holding the toy knife, then my life depends upon my ability to also hold the toy knife.  If he scrapes his knee and needs a band-aid, then I will locate an imaginary boo-boo that needs a band-aid too.  And while I love repeating everything my brother says, I don’t like it when the shoe is on the other foot at all.  When Jack repeats something I’ve said, I get very sensitive and yell “no shay my shed!” until he stops.

Current likes: the musical stylings of Raffi (especially Baby Beluga)

Current dislikes: people “shaying my shed”