Hannah is a pistol, a crack up and a drama queen. She runs and runs and runs - and then happily gets plunked down for a nap. Then she's back up again and runs and runs and runs until dinner time at which time she becomes a "Dat?" squeaking drama queen who seems to identify all sorts of things all around her far more interesting than what is in her hand/on her plate. Then the histrionics begin. Oh - it's a delightful montage of sour pusses, whining, head on the arms look at me fest! She perpetually wants to get into the spice rack, have more pretzels, drink more water or get us to pick her up (which we know because she says, "Hi!" while pushing us to face her and lift her outstretched arms). 
She is also an unabashed outdoors fiend. She L-O-V-E-S being outside - picking up rocks, climbing on retaining walls, pulling the petals off of flowers, digging in dirt, touching trees, kicking the soccer ball, running hither and yon. At Donna's, she has to be the last kid inside, because to come in first or too early might result in a bit of a tantrum.She does have some new words and sentences that she's started sharing with us:
- No Way - which she picked up at Donna's and uses appropriately
- I don't know - used indiscriminately
- Poop - oh yes, she can say it - but if she would just be willing to go to the potty when she does, life would be good
- No Baby - ha! we knew it would be coming - and alas - she has found the words to describe the sentiment...
- Eat - Well, she is my kid after all
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our spunky miss hannah
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