(Tooth)brush my hair

I like how Charlotte thinks. We introduced a new little pink toothbrush to her a couple weeks ago. It started as a nuisance, but then once she got to hold it and play with it, it became more fun. But, when given a baby hair brush to play with at the same time, it suddenly became evident that in her young mind, a brush is a brush! She began tooth-brushing her hair and hair-brushing her teeth. Okay I guess as long as the hair doesn't become dental floss. And when she starts toothbrushing my hair it has gone too far. But, she now helps me brush my hair in the morning with an adult brush. That is just the best way to start my day!

She is now feeding herself a little bit with a spoon, and picking up bites of adult food on her own. She loves to take a whole plum or apple and gnaw on it for a while. She eats almost the whole thing sometimes. As soon as she turned one, she figured out how things fit together. She loves to put the cap on her bottle when she is done, and she sits at her little table stacking and re-stacking cups. She smiled with pure pride yesterday when she discovered how to put the cap on her marker!

Mamma? Still not much talking though! When I say 'Charlotte can you say Mamma?' She replies with a smile and says 'Daaaa - deee!' Fine with me as long as that is whose name she calls in the middle of the night, right?