Mora Dora

Since writing about Sydney's Dora obsession earlier this week, I've taken a closer look around the house at just how big a presence the cartoon explorer has here, and it's fairly significant. Beside the yogurt and book mentioned earlier, Sydney has pajamas from a garage sale last summer. Plus we have another Dora book, and a book/etch-a-sketch toy that both had originally belonged to AJ. Then there's the sun hat I found buried in her sock drawer, and the "Dora Christmas" DVD that we totally forgot to watch last Christmas.

So am I spoiling her? Probably. But it sure is cute to watch her excitement every time she spies something with Dora on it. When she finished her Dora (really Go-gurt) yogurt this morning, she got down and gave me a Dora dance: she kind of stamped her feet as she turned in a circle, chanting "Dowa! Dowa! Dowa!"

For any other Dora fans out there, she hasn't learned the famous "Swiper, no swiping!" line yet, but she does know to hold out her hand as if to say "Stop!" when she sees the naughty fox.