It’s the facebook. Like a damn disease. I. Can’t. Get. Enough.
Piper is now feeding herself, dressing herself and changing her own damn diaper because Craig and I got the facebook…. can’t control urge to search for friends past and present. Poor Piper, crying over her spilled milk because we got the facebook and can’t make it in the kitchen to clean it up.
Kidding of course…. but that facebook is toooo addicting.
On a Piper update, she is getting cuter by the day. She now scrunches her face up when she is doing a fake cry or whine… too funny. I laugh at her and she cries… sigh, she’ll catch on.
She say Papa (Grampa) with some encouragement but it comes out. She also says GO… like when I yell at Molson to go to his bed, she gets all excited and says GO. And Banana, mostly it comes out nana but she has put the B sound on it too…. like this morning after she ate and I dressed her, I let her play and amuse herself so I could finish getting ready. She was cranky and walked into the kitchen, over to the counter put her hand out and said Banana…. hmmm guess she wasn’t full yet. Stinkin, I say… just stinkin.
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Hi, I was just googling my name (Piper) and came across your blog. I think its amazing you named your daughter Piper Leigh because my father’s name was Lee and I’ve thought about using that for the middle name of any daughter I may have. Rest assured, however, I won’t be naming any daughter after me (Piper Jr?) so your daughter’s name is safely unique! Just a warning for you though: I literally HATED my parents for years for naming me Piper (with no middle name) and actively tried to change my name multiple times (can’t do it without parental permission until you’re 16 though). I try to warn prospective parents who tell me they’re thinking about the name Piper to prepare themselves for some considerable angst from their daughter once she realizes how unique her name is (and the kids at school find all the unpleasant words that rhyme with it!). Since its too late to prevent you from naming her Piper, I just thought I’d tell you to thicken up that skin of yours before she turns about five (the age I told my parents I was changing my name to Ruby and leaving home to become a cocktail waitress! Haha – true!). The irony, of course, is that by the time I was old enough to change my name, I’d gotten used to it and obviously, haven’t ever changed it (I’m 36 now). So congratulations on your new little bundle of joy, but know she might not be such a joy when she’s telling you how much she hates you for naming her Piper! Good luck!
I told ya!!!!!!!!!!!!