"Nack"

That’s Tori’s favorite new word. She likes to stand behind the barrier at the top of the stairs and yell, “Nack,” which means you must carry her downstairs to the kitchen and find her a snack of some sort. If you open the refrigerator, you can prepare for her to step up on it and grab some pudding or yogurt. She also likes to stand up on the countertop and pull out food from the cabinets. Tori likes variety, so the snacks you find for her one day may not work the next. She refused the pudding last night, for example, and went for the Hershey’s instead.

Tori got to wear her 75 cent Dalmatian coat this morning (a yard sale steal), so she is warm and fuzzy. She didn’t seem to mind the change in coats, unlike Ollie which you can read about on his blog, and seemed intrigued with the fabric. She likes hats, so the hood was a plus. I’m just glad she has seemed to sprout in the past few months and can wear her 18-month-old clothes now.

The glue on Tori’s head is peeling and the doctor pronounced her fine yesterday. Yep, an hour of waiting and a wad of money to reassure us what we already knew. Oh well. Better safe than sorry. Keep your fingers crossed that she gets through the next few months without incident.