2 Fast

K-bao's age now rounds up to 2. Even for us K-folks who see her every day, we are amazed at how much she's grown over the past 6 months. She really is a little "big girl" now. Some of her baby fat is melting away - to K-Pop's dismay - right before our eyes (check out the difference between these two pictures). Her awareness and ability to mimic our every move (or bad habit) grows, alarmingly, each day. She has a real sense of humor now. And her sass knows no bounds.

Parochial

Trying to broaden K-bao's musical horizons the other day, we stuck in one of K-Pop's old CDs. K-bao took in about 5 seconds before she demanded her old nursery rhymes and Sunday School tunes back. Looks like the little one won't be joining the U2 groupies any time soon.

Driving to the Doghouse

While father and daughter were waiting in the car the other day on a rare weekend shopping trip for K-Mum, K-Pop decided to introduce little K-bao to the wheel to give her a headstart to the fame and fortune that awaits her on the IndyCar track.

You can see a few action shots of K-bao below, including her trying to put on K-Pop's shades first. She settled right in to the driver's seat - very much in line with her personality - and tried to shift us into D straight away.

Unfortunately, K-Pop did not notice that while she was playing with the controls, she turned the headlights on. Needless to say, when K-Mum returned to the car some time later, the car battery was drained. If not for the kindness of a stranger passing by it would have been a long afternoon for the K-family in the parking lot, not to mention for K-Pop in the doghouse.

Schadenfreude

As K-Pop was changing a dirty diaper yesterday morning, he slid the offending bundle down the counter inadvertently right in front of K-Mum, who was hovering to the side preparing to micromanage the wiping process. K-Mum did not appreciate the exposure, and let K-Pop hear it.

Then just as K-Pop leaned his head in to make sure little K-bao's posterior was indeed pristine, our little one cut the cheese loudly and proudly right in his grill. "Ha!" laughed K-Mum, enjoying the little token of divine justice. Shaken, but not beaten, and trying to keep a grim smile on his face, K-Pop went in again to finish the job. Right on cue, K-bao ripped a second one right into the open wet one in K-Pop's hand. K-Mum virtually collapsed with mirth, causing K-bao to start giggling too. "Again!" K-Mum shouted. Sure enough, with a big smile on her face and a couple of grunts, K-bao squeezed out a third.

We haven't taught her to say much, but flatulence on command? The K-folks have that one covered.

Tasty Redux

K-bao has developed into quite an entertainer. Indeed, one of her favorite things to do is to find new ways to make us laugh. Recently, she decided it'd be humorous to revert about 12 months to her infant days and give the old hoofs a suckle or two. You'll notice that the pads have grown a few inches - yes, our little one looks ready to give Sasquatch a run for his money. K-Pop and K-Mum made the mistake of chuckling the first time at our little clown's impishness. Now as soon as we hit the road she'll pop off her sandals, holler at us until one of us turns around, and proceed to give each of Eeny, Meeny, Miny and Moe a good bathing.



Speaking of baths, K-Pop noticed tonight while getting ready to administer her bath that K-bao apparently is watching her weight. Instead of obediently coming over to the tub after K-Pop ran her bath water, K-bao heads over to the electric scale, turns it on with her toe, and climbs on. Apparently dissatisfied, she then motions K-Pop over and asks to take off her shirt. K-Pop strips her down to her diaper, but K-bao vigorously points for that to be removed as well. She then gets back on the scale in her birthday suit. Weigh me with a wet diaper? Heck no. Every ounce counts, Daddy, every ounce counts.

Peachy

K-bao demonstrates below her preferred method of tasting a peach - sample, spit, and smear. Granted, the fruit in question was perhaps a little tart. Nonetheless, the K-folks remain befuddled as to why the little one feels compelled to wear her food. Perhaps she's gotten an early start on Judy Bloom's Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing (remember Fudge's favorite phrase?).

Luo's

The Luo's have moved to SF from Beijing, and came to visit the other day. K-bao is quite pleased to have another Uncle/Aunt on whom to foist her mischievous behavior. Below for example, our little technophile picks Chris' pocket of his Blackberry while he is distracted by a phone call. Only afterwards does Chris realize she has been sending scandalous texts to all of his colleagues.