These shoes are made for walking...

And that's just what they'll do..... through the mall, around the block, at the grocery store, all around the house. I can hear them pitter-pattering right now as I stand at the dining room table and type this (always standing, ready to run to someone's aid, rescue, or just to play). Maggie's red, or ruby, rather, shoes just keep on going. When she gets out of the bath, she is stark naked but hands you her shoes and gives her signature sound which means "these, they go on my feet, put them on now! Please!" and off she goes again. Not just any shoes will do... she'll try on shoes, big or little, but when it comes to actually wearing, these are her pick.

In addition to pretty feet, she also has wheels now... her Little People scooter gets her around the house in princess style. We now have a lot of pink around here!

This is shopper girl in action. Yes, she is looking at the clothes and discerning which she would like to try on. Unfortunately, her attention lasts about half a second, and on she goes. She finds it quite funny to lose us in a store, as she zig-zags around the clothing racks. The other day I actually had a stranger yell "she's over here!!" as I am running frantically around the racks saying "she was JUST right here- how'd she get away so fast?!" to her amused brother. You can usually find her by following her giggle...

So we've finally figured out the mystery of why Maggie has not actually started referring to her brother by any name... the truth is that she has! We just weren't listening hard enough. He is "NaNa".... backwards, shortened, and doubled "Ian"! We were wondering why she would come into a room saying "MaMa??" while looking right at me. I'd say "Mama's right here, silly girl!" and she would keep on. Now we know it was Ian she was looking for; she's gotten better at making them sound different, and we've gotten better at listening to her.

These two were "Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs" tonight (where did that little saying come from, anyway?)... bouncing off the walls until they finally crashed on their respective laps. So this tired Mama must now go to bed...