Here is what Hannah likes:
-kale mixed with applesauce-books-plain yogurt with flax seed-bathsHere is what Hannah hates, loathes, and despises:
-having her diaper changedHere is how it goes down:
Hannah is playing happily, singing tra-la-la and generally acting like the spokesbaby for happy-happy-joy-joy-juice. Suddenly, Mean Mommy takes Hannah to the changing table, which is the top of Hannah's dresser.
Hannah commences screaming like a Banshee who is afraid screaming might be going out of style.
Mean Mommy does the only thing she knows to stop the screaming quick before the windows start shattering: she gives Hannah a shoe to chew on (Hannah's shoe, that is, not Mean Mommy's shoe).
Those of you who think that is gross and think Mean Mommy has gone off the reservation on this one are obviously not well acquainted with the trills and thrills of the Banshee Top Forty. If you were, believe me, you would pop a baby shoe in there too!
For whatever reason, once she has been given a shoe to inspect, Hannah quiets down and the diapering can proceed. I do not know what is causing this recent development, as Hannah does not have a diaper rash or anything, but perhaps she's reached the age where she's gotten attached to her...ahem, how can I put this delicately...by-products?
To be completely honest, sometimes it works to give Hannah her hairbrush, but not always. The shoe is the Grail in this adorable drama.
Hannah and I just spent about 20 minutes practicing the ancient art of blowing kisses. So far Hannah's version involves her licking her hand and then showing it to me. It's really funny! But she's getting there. 
Hannah enjoyed all the Thanksgiving food, but especially liked the cranberry flavor!
Wow, can't you tell such a huge difference in quality between Alicia's pictures and ours??? She has a very cool camera, but also is a better photographer than we are for sure!
The Perspicacious Princess of Photogeneity likes to ham it up for her parents, but she hates hates hates professional photographers. I thought Hannah's loathing was limited to Misty from Olan Mills (she scares me too), but today we had to go get our picture taken for the new photo directory at church, and Hannah pretty much hated that guy too. She refused to smile and just stared at him the entire time with a look of stern reproof on her face. At least we don't have to pay for them. Hopefully someone will take a good family shot of us over Thanksgiving that we can use in our Christmas cards, if I do cards this year, which I may or may not...
Today was pretty chilly, so for our outing to Costco Hannah bundled up in her new winter coat. I deliberately bought it way too big so it might fit all through the winter.
Hannah found the coat rather confining in her carseat, because it was hard for her to move her head around, but she put up with it with grace and aplomb as you might expect. The free sample of animal crackers at Costco kept her happy as she ate part of them and smeared the sticky crumbs all over herself.
Here is what Hannah likes:
Yesterday Hannah and Mama made a cake for Grammy's birthday. Hannah wore her little apron and munched on Cheerios while providing percussion accompaniment with her stirring spoon.
Hannah helped mix the dry ingredients with her spoon, and then decided using her bare hands would be easier! Mama took over after a few minutes and managed to get all the Cheerios out of the dry ingredients before adding them to the mixer. One or two Cheerios might have wound up in the finished cake, but hopefully no one noticed!
Here is the final product, fully decorated. Hannah studiously watched Grammy blow out the candles, so that she would know what to do on her own first birthday, coming up in only two months!
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