Anaya

She is lying on the bed. She is wearing her pajamas that are decorated with little girls with pig tails, teddy bears, and purple tea pots. She has dark hair that meets at a widows peak. Her eyes are large and very dark. Her cheeks are rosy. She is moving her feet. She turns to look at me. She sighs. She has a pink and yellow pacifier in her mouth. You can hear the sucking sound. She is shoving her dolly towards me. She pulls her dolly towards her with both hands and examines her. Her little chubby fingers are grabbing and twiddling. She turns towards the television. She lifts her legs and her left foot moves back and forth. She lifts four fingers on her left hand and her pointer finger on her right hand. Dolly falls behind her head and she uses her right hand to reach behind her and grab it. She is inspecting her doll with an intense gaze. She uses her right hand to grab her right pant leg. She finds the tag on her doll and begins to play with it. She grabs her bib with her right hand. She is getting fussy and pushes her tummy up and throws her arms back. She is squirming, turning her face into the bed. She slams her doll into the bed, then pauses and looks at me. She makes slight grunting noises. She is holding her doll in her left hand and grabs her bib with the right. She lets go of her dolly, makes a cooing noise, and turns towards the television. She reaches for her dolly and throws her arms around. She brings her dolly up to her face. She puts her hand up to her dolly’s hand. She is pointing her pinky finger on her right hand. She looks at me, her feet are moving and she lifts her legs up. She places one foot on top of the other. She is still moving and squirming around. She has dolly by the tag and waves her around in the air. She looks at dolly’s shoes, plays with the tag, and then rests dolly on her chest. Her feet are moving around continuously. She picks up dolly with her right hand. Her granny stands in the doorway and catches her attention. She watches her granny walk to the window behind her. She begins to squirm and she is getting excited. She is kicking her legs and watching her granny close the window. She is lifting her bottom from the bed. Her granny lays down on the bed next to her and she reaches her left hand towards her granny’s face. Her granny is talking to her and she watches her. She watches her granny get up and leave the room. She looks towards the television and throws herself around on the bed. She is kicking her feet and scoots herself backwards. She discovers the pile of books at the edge of the bed and stares at them. She continues to kick her feet and scoot backwards. Her little fingers are constantly moving. She looks at the ceiling and then back at the books. Her arms are flailing around. She reaches towards her bouncer that sits next to her. She brings her hands together and interlocks them, one hand holding the other. She grunts and kicks my leg. She grabs for her dolly, but then grabs her knees. Her right hand grasps her right pant leg. She begins to flail her arms and kick her legs again. She looks at the television. She puts her hands up and inspects them. She reaches for her dolly again, picks her up, and brings her up to her face to look at. Her left foot is crossed over her right foot. Her left foot is twitching back and forth. HUH!! She throws herself back again with great force. She lifts her chest several inches from the bed and kicks her feet ferociously. She is grabbing at her bouncer, grabbing her dolly. She picks her dolly up and throws her around wildly. Then she brings her dolly in close to her. She kicks me several times. She looks at the television. Her right hand is holding her right pant leg. She is making sounds of frustration, whining and whimpering. She continues to kick me and tries to throw her doll. She is turning her body towards the wall behind her. She looks at me and continues to kick me. Her right hand still grasps her right pant leg. She lifts her legs, looks at me, and then scoots herself backwards. She is pulling on her bib, pulling on her clothes, and then she uses her left hand to grab her right hand. Her frustration is progressing; she is throwing her body around, putting her arms up and glancing at me. She is making grunting noises and she stretches upward. She is kicking her legs, flailing her arms, puts her arms up and looks towards the ceiling fan. Her left hand sweeps across her left eye. She looks at me and throws up her chest, scooting back and kicking her legs. She stops and twists her body to look behind her. She hears the phone ringing. She looks towards the television and watches it for several seconds. She gets frustrated again, and she stretches upwards to look behind her. She uses my leg to push herself backwards. She discovers the quilt behind her and begins to pull it towards her. She pulls over her forehead and lets it rest there. She begins to pull it again and lift it over her face. She is using both hands to pull the quilt and uses it to rub her face on.