Time is just cruising along, isn't it?

The Animalia has started to be particular with who's holding her. She makes concerned faces whenever she's not with me, her Da, her nana or her big potato (tata). She doesn't seem to like people wearing hats or sunglasses. Our old dog Christmas was like that, but he was racist as well, so let's not compare the two.

The last couple of days she's started to make raspberry sounds. This involves lots of spit on her part and laughter on ours. I actually think she's mimicking her farts. Seriously. She makes the sound with her butt then makes it with her mouth. My daughter is pretty talented, no? The nicest thing is that lately, whenever I see her on my lunch break, she smiles and gets all wiggly and giggly the second she sees me. She must love me after all.

Oh, and we're getting her ready for baptism at the end of February. I think it's culturally important that she's Catholic and am seriously considering actually joining a parish. I think I'll be nice enough to let her decide on God when she's ready though.

And before I forget, here's a little story from before she was born (boymagnet thought I should write it down before I forgot it):
During one of my biweekly visits to Target (that's right, I seem to shop there that much), my mom and I saw the Baby Abuelita doll. It's the most hilarious doll. It's basically a Mexican grandmother (or Latino or whatever) who sings all these songs in Spanish. So my mom says that we should get one for the Animalia, because we don't have any Nanas in our family. I tell her that she's going to be the nana now. And she's like, oh my god, that's right! I think it loses something in the telling but if you knew my mom...