Hannah and the Dalai Lama

So here's the story: cutest little girl ever receives the attention of the Dalai Lama for embodying all that is precious in life. Or maybe it is: Hannah learns how to say all the syllables in "Dalai Lama". She has been saying her d's and m's and just recently her l's! She figured out the d's a week ago Thursday, I believe it was. Since then she has let out a couple of the cutest cries of "daddy!" you can imagine. She isn't associating that with me yet, but it is still adorable. She says it in this sing-song voice, really high-pitched and draws it out.

There is so much more that I want to get down! Hannah has started to give us kisses too! She can't pucker, so if she wants to kiss us she will grab our face and open her lips a little bit and plant a sloppy one right on our cheeks. All these new interactions are so amazing! It's all small things that she is learning, but their importance to us is immense.

Hannah has started to imitate us much more now. She does it with the new sounds she can make, but other ways too. She is waving more, at appropriate times even, and frequently lets out a soft high-pitched "hiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaa!!!" when we say "hi". I was having trouble feeding her breakfast the other day and so I decided to have fun with her in her little Bumbo seat instead. So we went back and forth banging on her Bumbo seat tray. I'm really enjoying the simple things in life so much more.

I did not enjoy getting pooped on this morning, however. Partway through reading "One Little Monkey" Hannah seemed to get a little more lively and happy. After I finished the book and picked her up, I found that she pooped while she was sitting in my lap. Oh joy! Somehow when I was taking her onesie off the poop trailed up her back and I ended up having to rinse off the back of her hair. Bummer. Other than that today has been pretty great. We have been a little too relaxed with taking pictures lately, so I'll try to take some more soon.

Also...I just realized that today is Friday. Not sure if I will get any factoids up. Oh - here's one. If human babies were proportional in size to polar bear babies (as adult humans are to polar bears), then they would be about the size of a golf ball. To those of you who have given birth: did you ever think you'd be jealous of a polar bear?