Cars...guys...bugs

I don't think I've ever really documented what Eleanor likes to play with most.

She loves to dump out Henry's bucket of matchbox cars and sift her hands through them. She likes to put the cars back in the bucket one by one. She likes to crawl across the floor while driving a car, and make vroom sounds.

She loves to play with Justin's (and now Henry's) case of Star Wars and GI Joe guys. She again likes to dump them out and put them back and hold bunches of them in her hands and make sounds while holding them up in the air.

She really loves to dump out Henry's box of rubber and plastic bugs (it's mostly butterflies). There's also some plastic snakes in there too (she says sssssssssssssssssss) and some other animals like rubber cows, pigs and sheep. Her sounds are pretty great. She's got the cow-moooooo down pretty well. Still working on horse.

Eleanor loves to hand me tubes of playdoh to remove the lids from. Then she grabs the doh and plays with it for as long as she possibly can until the temptation to shove it in her mouth becomes too much and we have to stop.

She likes to play at Henry's train table and move trains back and forth and throw them on the floor. She really loves to dismantle the tracks.

She likes to choose play fruits and vegetables out of the basket and throw them across the room. She learned this from Henry. Sometimes they are both in the front room for 20 min just doing this.

She likes to open and close the doors on the play Kitchen, and put veggies down the sink-hole. She likes to put toys in the toy kitchen and close the door behind them.

She LOVES to pet Kitty and put her head down on him.

She loves to "jump" on the bed with Henry. She bounces up and down while sitting but more recently she has begun standing and bounces up and down, trying to jump. Henry is pretty good at knocking her down.

She loves to rip up paper.

She loves to pull the magnets off the fridge.

She loves to take all the towels out of the rag-drawer.

She loves this musical toy that has a microphone and plays nursery rhymes. She gets so into it she stands up and claps while shaking her booty. Then she'll shout into the microphone some baby garble.

The ball popper.

All her push toys--whose days are numbered now that she's walking.

Her daddy. Who is so useless against her baby-girl-powers. She calls him at 3AM to come hang out with her and he goes and he stays and he is happy to be there (unlike me at that hour).