First, my apologies to all non-grandparent readers: It's time for another gratuitous installment of Cute Things Gigi Does. Believe it or not, this kid is going to be two years old in another couple of weeks. For the most part, she is still the sweet, good-natured, turbo-cute little darling we all know her to be (or, as I put it, "the kind of kid who tricks you into having more.") But the twos are sneaking in there. In between minor outbursts, though, she sings Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, the alphabet song, and crawls on Daddy's lap to demand his reenactment of the Wheels on the Bus Going Round and Round. When we drive past my workplace to take her to school, she recognizes the building and shouts, "Mommy Office!!!" She can say "please" and "thank you" with minimal prompting, and shouts, "Go [Mommy's baseball team]!" any time she sees someone on TV wearing a number and breaking a sweat.
I could go on and on, but I don't know how many of you keep insulin shots handy.