What with the new haircut and all, The Girl suddenly seems a lot older. She's in the midst of being two without a doubt and she decided not to take a nap at all yesterday, but new things are always happening.

Although she seems to like dolls, we sometimes feared for The Girl developing much of a motherly nature as she tossed her "babies" across the room or used them as a cushion to sit on. She still does that sort of thing, but the other day I caught her cuddling one of her dolls, patting it on the back and saying, "That's okay, baby. Don't cry." Which is not to say she's not still her brother's biggest tormenter when he's sad or in trouble, but it was a sweet moment and a step in the right direction.

On the other hand, I don't exactly want her to be all dolls all the time or too prissy. Our collection of books for very little children is helping that regard, because most of them, acquired for her big brother are all about trucks. She came over this morning, thrust one at me and demanded to see the loader and the bulldozer.

I think she's pretty well-rounded for a toddler.