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My daughter is very opinionated.  I didn't realize that such a little person could have such a big personality.  One thing you have to know about Jillian right off is that she likes to tell you exactly what she thinks.  When she's happy, she's all smiles and giggles.  When she's tired, she dramatically talks a long "waaaaahh" followed by around 5 minutes of complaining "hmphs" and she drifts into sleep.  And when she's mad, oh man, does that girl get mad.

One of the things that's really developed recently is her love of certain items.  She's got quite a few favorite things.  And if she wants one of her favorite things, she lets you know with lots of grunting, babbling, and cooing.  Unfortunately, being only five months old (although I swear at times she thinks she's much bigger!), she can't exactly tell me what she wants.  So we go throw the motions of figuring out what she wants. 

Does she want her George Girraffe?  (Rrrraaaaaaaaaahhhh!)  Nope.

How about her Winkle rattle toy?  (Bbbttttthhhhhppppppaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhh!)  Nope.

Maybe she wants her ball?  (AAAAAAARRRRRRAAAAAAAHHHH UH UH UH UH!)  Definately not.

Anyway, we go through her toys until all of a sudden:

Do you want your orange lizard chewy thing?  (Ah!  Ah!  Ah!  Oh!  Giggle, coo, giggle.)  Okay.  That's what she wants.

Being the mom of such an opinionated little squirt is hard work.  But, I've figured out her favorite things at least, so that does help.

Her favorite color is orange.  Followed closely by fire engine red.

Her favorite book is "Bunny's Noisy Book" by Margaret Wise Brown.  We could read that book over and over (and sometimes do) and she always squeals in delight as we go.

The mornings are her favorite for tummy time, and her favorite toy to try to reach for is her orange lizard "Spock."

Her favorite game while sitting is to knock over the stack of rings from her little ring stack toy.  (You know, the one with the yellow pole on the white base and you stack the big blue, smaller green, even smaller yellow, smaller than that orange, and smallest of all red rings on it.)

If she's sitting in her bumbo while Mommy cooks/cleans/whatever in the kitchen, she must, MUST, have her white spoon.  If you try to give her any other kitchen object, she throws it down and won't take it back.  But her white spoon, that's love.

I love being able to make her happy.  I love that she's old enough to really start showing herself to us.  I can't wait for her passport to arrive, so we can take that 9 hour plane ride back to Ohio and she can meet her family there.  I wonder if her preferences will carry transcontinentally?  Or if Ohio will affect her interests?  I can't wait to find out!