Five things

First, a definition:

meme: noun. Cyber-slang for one of those email forwards where the writer asks you to answer a number of questions, and then pass on your answers to five friends. Questions may include, but are not limited to: “What is your favorite color?” and “What are you wearing right now?”

There is currently a meme going around that asks bloggers to write about five things not previously covered in their blog. I thought this would be a good way for me to update you on a few things that you might not yet know about Reilly.

1) Reilly recently learned how to wave. She can’t quite do it on demand yet, but if you wave at her long enough, she’ll wave back. She’s also taken to waving to people on the street, which generates a lot of smiles from otherwise crusty New Yorkers.

2) Reilly points with her middle finger. This has lead to some truly hilarious moments. One was just the other day when I was commuting with Reilly back from daycare. The woman sitting next to me on the subway train was making googly faces at Reilly, and she responded by sticking up her middle finger and waving it in the woman’s face. The woman and I broke out with so much laughter that it startled Reilly and a few of our fellow commuters as well. Soon, our whole section of commuters was laughing at Reilly’s antics. She has a way of lighting up a subway train.

3) Reilly’s favorite game is to choose a small cardboard block and then bat it around the apartment. She’ll start in the living room and bat it (imagine a game like hand soccer) into the kitchen, around the rubber plant, then over to the corner by the closet. Then she’ll pick up the block, turn herself around, and bat it back and forth until she reaches the living room again. Seriously, people. This is ridiculously cute. She also plays a similar game with her sign-language cards, one card under each hand, which she then uses to ski her way across the room. Somehow, I doubt she’ll learn sign-language this way, but at least someone is getting use out of those cards.

4) When Reilly’s knees get sore from too much crawling, she gets up on her hands and feet and lumbers around like a gorilla. I’ve yet to capture this on film, but it’s hilarious.

5) Changing Reilly’s diaper is like giving a bath to a feral cat. She thrashes, cries, whines, yells, rolls over, rolls back, arches her back, and tries to stand up. When you are trying to remove a diaper covered in poop, these sorts of motions tend to cause the poop to get places that it doesn’t belong. Like on my finger.