Funny little girl

Tonight it was my turn to put Monkey to bed. 

I rushed home from the gym, and settled into the glider with her on my lap, still in my sweaty gym clothes. She doesn't care and I love spending the time with her - showering can wait a few minutes.

We read Bear Snores On three times in a row. She loves to point out the mouse each time the little figure pops up. (Thanks to my friend Tracy for that book - she told me it was her son Matthew's favorite, and I can see why!)

I love how her mouth curls around the word "mouse" and spits it out, intact. It's a newer word to her, and one she relishes using.

She also relishes pulling one over on her mama. 

Yes, that's right, she played possum again tonight!

 I put her to bed, and instead of fussing she laid flat on her back, pulled her blanket over her eyes, and chortled! CHORTLED! The second I closed the door? She popped up, flipped on the light, and chortled again. I could hear her outside her door. She thinks she's so smart, that one. 

I do too. 

A new low

Monkey has reached a new low in deception. 

Each night, after we read to her, put her into her crib and say goodnight, she says "night night" and after we turn off the light she flicks the light back on. We turn it off, she turns it on. We turn it off one final time and then she says "bye bye" and (very clearly) dismisses us.

The minute we shut the door, she turns the light back on. Like we won't notice. 

But tonight? Tonight she took this deception to a new low.

M put her into the crib, she lay down on her side, and started making snoring noises. Matt even put the blanket on her. 

But the moment he shut the door?? Yeah, she turned on the light.

She made SNORING noises! To fake him out! Stinker. 

A Man and his Machines

True story. My colleague was on his way home from work when his panicked wife called from Rite Aid. She needed reinforcements, stat.

He immediately changed course and met her there, only to witness this debacle:



I am amazed to report that he successfully negotiated with his son and they *gasp* actually left RiteAid WITHOUT buying any cars, trucks, or other small items made in China that would immediately break apart and become an irresistable item to pop into one's mouth and possibly choke upon.

I want to take lessons from this man. Stat.

Barracuda

Monkey snuggled up to me this morning as I was washing the breakfast dishes. Smiling and chattering away, in a truly affectionate manner she grabbed my leg, leaned her whole body against me, and then pursed her lips to......... bite my thigh.

What, you thought she was going to give me a kiss? Yeah, me too.

She's found religion

We brought home the palm fronds from church yesterday. We figured, correctly, that Monkey would have fun playing with them.

What we didn't figure on? Was how much fun Ollie, our beloved cat, would also enjoy playing with them.

Monkey figured out that Ollie liked the chase the fronds, and the game was ON.

First, Monkey would dangle the frond. Ollie would pounce. Monkey would shriek. Then Ollie would run away from the noise. So Monkey would chase her, and shriek. Then, once the cat was good and cowering (in a corner, under the couch, etc.), Monkey would shriek and run away. The cat (bless her soul, for putting up with this....that or bless her walnut-sized brain!) would see the frond bouncing across the carpet, and pounce. Monkey would shriek some more.

Are you seeing the pattern here?

I wonder if I should search webMD for "toddler-induced temporary hearing loss"? Hmm? Sorry, couldn't hear you, speak up!