Thunderstorm

Why did I ever stop blogging here?

Tonight we're having a big thunderstorm. Hannah is somewhere between terrified and thrilled. She huddled in dada's arms while they watched out the wide-open front door, with no buffer for the loud cracks of thunder. She bounced on the couch calling "MORE! MORE BOOM!" once she warmed to the storm a little.

We went and visited my grandma today. Hannah was a rare treat at the retirement home, and all the old ladies smiled and waved at her. She drank all her apple juice, ate some soup and crackers, hid under her chair, adjusted the blinds, then came back to the high chair for ice cream and a big chocolate chip cookie. We went back to grandma's after to play and help grandma with facebook. Hannah and the "puddy-cat" got along very well. She held her hand out, palm down, for him to sniff. He rubbed against her, nearly knocking her over.

I hadn't expected rain. When I left home, it was partly cloudy and warm. Hannah and I didn't wear coats - oops! We walked to the fabric store, wetly. I bought red fabric to make a coat for Hannah with. Sure, I could get a coat for $5 at a swap meet, instead of paying $30+ in materials, but it'll be fun to make it. I had been planning to buy black plaid, but red may be wiser, as it's easier to spot on a dark winter walk. It may limit my button choices a little though.

She fell asleep as I navigated the busy streets to Mary's Garden. I left her in the car while I bought copious amounts of summer fruit. We haven't been going to the local farmer's market, since I seem to be out in White Rock every week anyway. Plus Mary's is way cheaper.

Boy, I hope I remember the last 7 months. Hannah has changed so much. She talks a lot. She's more independent, less clingy. She even sorta behaves in restaurants and doesn't run around as much as she used to. She's helpful around the house, when she can be. She's out of diapers since March. And she's going to be a big sister.

I bought some non-alcoholic beers last night, as it was our anniversary. Hannah brings them to me, "Mama, beer." Well, thanks sweetie.