J&M got Maui'd!

I've noticed that Elsy has been crossing her middle and index fingers quite often recently. I'm not sure what prompted it, but I have seen her sitting and watching on my iPad with fingers crossed in one or both hands. Maybe it is easier for her to manipulate the device with her fingers crossed that way? Normally when she tries to use her fingers either her middle or index finger gets in the way so crossing them allows her more control. Hopefully this doesn't become a habit..

Elsy has been counting for a while now. Her counting has not been consistent though. At first she would just go straight to seven. Then she would completely skip five to seven. Recently she has just been counting powers of two: one, two, four, eight. I am pretty sure this is not on purpose, but it was still pretty cool.

RM asked me that at work. My response was: "Elsy is short for her age."

So the bruise, abrasion and scab that I got near my elbow from hockey several weeks back has finally healed. Well, for the most part. The area doesn't feel as flexible as it did before, and the skin is still a little discolored, but Elsy is no longer pointing to my elbow and saying "ouch" everytime I changed her last month. She is now pointing and saying "elbow". I would classify that as an improvement.

So for the past couple of months Elsy has been repeating certain phrases over and over again, usually accompanied with some sort of hand gesture. Her first one was "Oh no!" with he hands gripping the top of her head. Another is "Elsy crying!" any time she is sad. This is usually accompanied by tears. A fairly recent addition is "Hi City!" whenever we open our blinds. She waves out the window. The complement to which is "Bye City!" which is a spiny wave followed by shutting of the blinds. Her most memorable one is "Garbage truck. Cold!" where she clenches both fists and shivers. Still not sure how that ended up being associated with being cold in general, but the first time this happened, the garbage truck was outside and either Maggie or my mom was pointing out that it was the garbage truck, and that it was cold outside. Now my parents are saying that phrase regularly now. I gotta record it for posterity.

So our condo window saga should be nearly over soon. The windows were replaced in a day. But repairs to the ceiling and drywall took another week to complete. The blinds were installed a week later, and cleaning is now scheduled for next Monday, so given a day or so to move furniture back to place, we should be back in our own place in less than a week. So we should be back after a month of waiting, which is four times longer than we had anticipated.

Since we have been hiding out in my parents' place during our window replacement, Elsy has been sleeping in my bed for most of this period. She has pretty much gotten used to sleeping on this mattress and we pretty much have a routine down pat now: Bath, milk, sleep, wake up in middle of night asking for more milk, she sits on chair, daddy gets milk, she drinks milk, daddy washes bottle, she climbs back into mattress, and daddy goes back to sleep until the sun rises. The early morning feeding is new - she started getting hungry in the wee hours of the morning soon after we started staying over and instead of listening to her crying out "Nai nai!" for who knows how long, I give her a bottle to drink. Worked out pretty well actually as she is still pretty hungry when she wakes up after sunrise and the dream feed knocks her out for the rest of the night. Mind you, she may do the same thing at our place, but since she's in her separate room, we never hear her. In any ...