C-Jaz is definitely a little longer now. She reaches the pedals of the tricycle at Mita and Wowo's house and is able to move it ever so slightly. After the first time, she wouldn't let me record her - surprise surprise. Her face is changing a bit too - mostly her right eye for now (it was a little puffy maybe from dust mites or just rubbing). I've finally made some time to write after a good workout while waiting at Mita's house for Uncle Edge to BBQ halibut.
According to Mita and Nang, C-Jaz has a favorite show that comes on at 7 and 11 o'clock. It stars an adult woman dressed up as a toddler. She has a mute doll as a friend who illustrates her thoughts to viewers through thinking bubbles. The setting mostly takes place on an oversized couch or an analog clock rug, which brings me to the cutest video ever that I recorded of C-Jaz, without her knowing. (Just excuse the messy family area also known as C-Jaz's play room. It's obvious where she's taken over the house.)
As a side note, while writing this, I'm seated in Wowo's spot at the kitchen table. It's 7:40 pm, and Uncle Edge has been in and out through the patio sliding door as he BBQs. While I ponder what I want to write I stare off into space. It just so happens that Uncle Edge is in my field of vision. He's standing in the doorway of the patio door facing me as he puts on his slippers while trying to slide the screen door close, but it's in need of replacement or lots of 'three-en-un'. I watch him as he struggles, wondering how successful he'll be in sliding the darn thing. His face is expressionless as he stands in the path of the screen door. He tugs and tugs, and without warning he bangs the side of his head with the door. I fell off the chair doubled over in laughter, and eventually tears form at the corner of my eyes as I try to retell the story to Nang. Oh, Uncle Edge, always a source of entertainment (my favorite has to be the booty dancing on 07.01.2006).
Well, here's C-Jaz as she does some daily stretching. Feel free to joing along :) Keep an eye on the TV and C-Jaz for your form. Be forewarned - you may find yourself humming the song when you least expect it.