The other night Jeff was watching this show called Human Weapon, where guys learn different kinds of martial arts, and when they took their shirts off to fight, Charlie wanted her shirt off, too. She ran around the living room, jumping up and down and yelling "I'm naked!" She did the same thing again when we gave her a bath, running around the house, grinning big and yelling. What have we done? She doesn't ever want to be dressed. Then last week the temperature dropped, and she now consents to being clothed, especially if we are going to go outside. She learned to swing on the big-kid swing this week, and was so very pleased with herself. She pumped her little legs and leaned back and forward as I pushed her, and looked like she had been doing it for years, although I was very nervous about her falling over backwards, and kept demanding that she hold on tightly! She also is finally mastering the art of putting crayon to paper, and uses her left hand (thank you, Jeff!). Even more than coloring, though, she loves to dump the crayons onto the floor and then meticulously put them all back in, right-side-up. That's my girl.
