Peanut butter poop

I will come later to the explanation of the title of this post. In the meantime, Aviva is doing a lot of new things and is getting bigger and bigger every day. She's a little girl and not a baby. And sometimes she's mean to Noah, and I'm glad it's not a one-way thing.

We had a good time with Abuelita and Greg.

Aviva has a few words. Hi - she likes to pretend to talk on the phone and say "hi." Sometimes it's my watch that she's talking to, and sometimes a little plastic buffalo, and sometimes a monkey. Anything that is the right approximate size - it's good to use as a phone. 

Also she says "daddy" or "doggy" for any animal. Well, most people are either "daddy" or "mama." Everyone is one of those two. 

She kind of grunts or whines "eh! eh!" when she wants something, and points to what she wants. She also pats the seat next to her or pats the couch if she wants to sit there or have you sit there. 

Okay. I'm going to write about our trip to Lassen, and I'm going to hope you forgot about the peanut butter poop, so I won't have to explain it.