Okay, we've done it. This time it's final. We've finally come up with a name for our daughter. Anjali. It is pronounced Un-ja-lee. Yay! It's about time. I will likely have her in about two weeks and I didn't want her to be nameless. Or be called Quazar.
We're visiting my in-laws this weekend and having a really relaxing time. My brother-in-law ran in a 10K run this morning and is hoping they post his picture on the front page of the paper tomorrow. He was only one of 55,000 runners and certainly didn't run the race in 28 minutes, like the winner from Kenya did. But he is still optimistic. . .
And Priya keeps adding words to her vocabulary. Now she can say "shoes, Papa, Bye-Bye, Uh-Oh, and apple". Her Dada (grandfather) claims she can say "Big Bird" too but I haven't heard it yet. That's probably because her favorite book is about Big Bird and we read it to her roughly 43 times a day. She is signing up a storm and added a couple of signs this weekend. I think that brings her to 28 or so signs. Not that I'm counting and comparing her to other 15 month olds or anything. I'm not THAT competitive! Hee Hee
My brother-in-law said he is disappointed in my blog. "It's just like a newsletter or something" as if anything I had to put in my "newsletter" wasn't interesting. Which it really isn't, but that's beside the point. Anyway, I bet if I start posting pictures of him coming across the finish line with his weary hands held high in full victory from his 10K run he would like my blog. Anyone can be blackmailed.