Special visitor

Sinterklaas appeared magically at our house overnight. (See Wikipedia for a little history on the original Dutch santa). When we woke up this morning, look at all the stuff he left beside Molly's wooden shoes.

We've been having such a great time this week. Molly is becoming a little person, and such a delightful one! A couple nights ago we discovered that she understands the word "head." If you say "Where is Molly's head?" she puts her hand on her head. We taught her toes and feet, too, and now it's so much fun to tell her the names of things because anything could be next. She also knows what "diaper" means and will walk me down the hall to her room and lie down on the changing pad. Then she remembers she doesn't like diaper changes and crawls away. It's really funny.
She's using the sign for "all done" now (waving her hands around). She also seems to have her own language of signs for which we cannot figure out the meaning, much to her frustration. She does one where she pokes her index finger into her opposite palm. The book says this is one way to sign "more." However, it is not the way we taught her. I have no idea what she thinks it means. She also does a sign where she pats her open hands on her chest and the other day she was rubbing her hair forward on her head in a way that looked like a sign. She looks at us like we're pretty slow when we don't know what she's saying.
Her cuddling has reached new heights of cute this week, too. She has this little routine where she flops on her belly on the floor, lays her head down and kicks her feet. She
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She hugs us around the neck and gives big kisses. She cuddles her stuffed animals.
She's also working very hard to rearrange the house. It's as if she's been looking at all the poorly placed stuff for her entire life and finally she can walk around with stuff in her arms and put it where she wants it. She brings dirty socks into the kitchen, toys into our bedroom, plastic container lids into the bathroom. Don't even ask me where her shoes are. The other day I put mismatched shoes on her feet to go for a walk because I couldn't find a pair.

Speaking of walks, it's been a little warmer this week so we went outside a few times so she could toddle around.