Miss January

It’s Molli Malou’s second January, and she’s been making the most of it. So have we, if “by making the most of it” you mean “being so inhumanly busy you barely have time to notice the lousy weather,” which is one of the reasons there hasn’t been more Molliblogging this month.

And why this entry is going to be, er, breezy.

Another reason I haven’t Molliblogged as much is demonstrated here:

That’s Nana, live and in a full color, real-time, stereo conversation with Molli. We’ve been video Skyping with a lot of the American family lately, and since this blog is primarily intended for their benefit (them being so far away from their newest relative), their increased “access” has made me feel less impetus to keep this thing as up-to-date as I have in the past.

But look, here she is with Lily the counting frog:

(Lily begins every song, “Hi, I’m Lily, and you can count on me…”, unless Molli has hit the “Spanish” button, in which case it begins, “Ola! Soy Lily, y blah blah blah blah blah…”) Molli’s actually gotten very good about understanding how to work all her talking toys, from Barney and Elmo and Lily to the “animal wheel.”

But she’s still trying to figure out how to work the non-talking animals…

She’s getting much more communicative. Not only is her language accellerating at a phenomenal rate, but her face is expressing more and more emotion. Here are some quick shots without any explanation:

Her wistfulness may be a product of the weather. Here’s our street on Saturday (the day after we had the biggest snow-and-ice storm we’ve experienced since I’ve lived here):

So there’s been a lot of indoor playtime. She’s handling that pretty well.

On Monday her best friend Anna Lina came over for a play date. I didn’t even know Trine had taken pictures until I unloaded the camera just now. It was a lovely surprise! (They’re playing with the American Teletubbies website in the photos at Trine’s desk.)

Developmentally Molli just seems to be rocketing ahead by leaps and bounds. She really seems to have grown a lot from the trip. Her vuggestue teachers have commented on it, and have been dropping hints that they think Molli’s an unusally sharp girl. Yeah, right. Then how come she still poops her pants?

(Je voudrais utilise un autre mot pour “poops,” mais la langue devien un problem avec certaines petites filles… / Jeg ville bruge et andet ord for “poops,” men sproget bliver et problem med pigerne…)