Twenty-one months

Our little parrot is 21 months old now.  She’s a chatterbox these days.  Loves pretending to cook, playing with her dolls, singing, and taking baths. 

It’s difficult to get her to sit down to eat.  When we do eat, I usually have to wear a bib (by her request), and she’s constantly offering us her food.  Her favorite foods these days are strawberries, blueberries, and tomato soup.

We’ve had her out of her room lately, since we’ve had new drywall, and now paint, in an adjacent room, and she’s been a good sport about sleeping in a pack’n’play for the last few weeks.  Having the drywallers show up early every morning piqued her interest in “man”— every morning since, when I feed her breakfast I get a lot of “man goes bang bang bang” (as she pretends to hammer) or “beeess! beeesss! beeesss!” as she points her finger, pretending to drill.  Otherwise she’s been really into high-fiving and fist bumps lately, and with the wet and snowy weather we’ve been having lately she’s been very interested in wiping off the dog’s paws when he comes in from outside.

I haven’t had the camera out much lately, but here are a few pictures of Ashley from January 15th.