I don’t want to be the kind of parent who brags about every milestone, comparing Charlotte’s development to that of some fictional average baby. But I must report she’s riding the dog at a 36-month-old level.
You can’t just walk up to Bailey and hop on top. And you can’t just give up.
Success at last! But you know what they say about all good things…
Here Charlotte attempts to create the perfect wall collage with Yo Gabba Gabba stickers and with no help from the dog. Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder tendencies are cute in babies.
Inspired by tonight’s figure skating—and using Chinese couple Shen Xue and Zhao Hongbo’s music—Charlotte and Bailey treated us to an interpretive dance. In some parts of the performance, Bailey is less of a partner and more of a pommel horse. She gets the gold for putting up with this.
I turned on the video camera hoping Charlotte would say her new favorite phrase (“Puppy doog!”) She wanted to show off some robotic dance moves instead.
The clip was cut short by a raucous dog, who had to be removed from the set. After a few minutes, Charlotte let her back in.
Bailey’s not big on obeying commands. You wouldn’t believe her interpretation of “No! Don’t chase that cat! Especially not while we’re on this icy patch!” last night. But she really took my “Just sit there and don’t move” instructions to heart.
Charlie took a break from dancing to offer Bailey a trade—a ball for a sock. I offer some variation of this transaction every day. Just like in that drug prevention ad with the mustached dad, she learned it from watching me.