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Let’s see, what can Pru do now?

One thing is sit up on her own.  She does eventually fall over (or, more often, slouch over) but she can keep her self up for long enough that I think we can add this to her official skill set.

Where do Mommy and Daddy sit?  Good question.

Her manual dexterity is also developing nicely.  She’s a grabbing fiend.  Particular favorite targets include:  Sarah’s hair, my beard, my chest hair, shirts, Petey, her mini-penguins, her pacifier (which she likes to waive around for a few minutes and then drop).  And big-people food.  She loves to grab at that.  She took a fist-sized chunk out of the bun of a McDonalds Southern-Style Chicken Sandwich I was eating last week, which she proceeded to lick and suck on.  We tried to explain that she’s not ready for refined and processed grains yet, but you know how kids are, they never listen.*  She can also hold her bottle in place when she’s eating.  She’s like a cartoon baby.  She’s also working on petting the cat.  Right now, it’s mostly just a species of grabbing (particularly his ears – he’s remarkably pacific about the whole business) but she seems to get the idea that she’s supposed to be running her open hand over his fur, and occasionally she can pull it off.

What else?  Well, she babbles.  Like it’s going out of style.  And she looks like she’s starting to teethe.

*Note to Department of Children’s Services – we didn’t actually let her eat any of the bun.

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She's even more excited than she looks!

Baby’s first political manifesto.  Thanks, Dr. No!

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Cal will be holding down the fort while Angus, Prudence, Petey the Penguin and I are at Yankee Stadium.   Knowing the Pope’s fondness for orange tabbies, it’s appropriate that he will be the one in the neighborhood when the Pope stops by later this morning. 

Pictures to follow.   

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<Professional opinion tempered with Charity>

The general consensus is that the music for the Papal Mass in D.C. was pretty awful. I will say only two things:

1) Everyone seemed to understood that the penultimate measure in the “gathering hymn” (Lasst uns erfreuen) had three beats (6, if you subdivide) just like the rest of the hymn.  Good for them.

2) It wasn’t so bad that Pru couldn’t sleep through it.

Good for Pru

</Professional opinion tempered with Charity>

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Dwyeropolis digest: 

We picked up our tickets to the Papal Mass in Yankee Stadium and have been busy trying to discourage Pru from putting them in her mouth. 

We made a very tasty classic Texan dinner:  chicken fried steak and Dr Pepper.

We did the laundry (and temporarily lost Cal in the process).

We cleaned the oven; it passed Cal’s inspection.

We saw the kneelerthat will be used when the Holy Father (Be-ne-dict X-V-I/Be-ne-dict, he’s our guy!) visits our neighborhood.

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Literally, she didn't know what to do

 

She had so many penguins, she didn’t know what to do!

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Milestone Alert:  Pru rolled over last night!  Not just once, but multiple times!  She went tummy to back.  She still can’t consistently do it every time she’s plopped on her belly, but it’s a good start.  She was kind enough to wait for daddy to get home from work before successfully rolling over, which was very sweet.

Hopefully we’ll get a video of her successfully rolling at some point, which we’ll post here.

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Selected to show the new haircut promised here.

Pru wants to thank the Texas and New York Easter Bunnies for her Easter basket. Unfortunately for her, the recommended age for chocolate introduction is after 12 months. It’s OK, though, because Mom and Dad have her back.

More pictures from this morning after the break and at the Flikr site.

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As my long-suffering parents can attest, I was a huge McLaughlin Group fan as a kid.  Huge.  On a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 indicating a level of enthusiasm equal to what the average Hillary Clinton voter has for her candidacy and 10 indicating full-blown fainting Bobby Soxer swooning, I was a 9.  We now know this is a hereditary trait because Prudence spent all afternoon yesterday entranced by the undeniable genius of this cartoon.

I told you it was awesome.  Why did you doubt?

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It’s our archdiocese’s patronal feast so we have the opportunity to take goofy pictures and avoid the meat abstention!  Hooray!

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