The Aristocrats

Jellybean is hysterical.

Well, at least SHE thinks so.

See, the thing is, lately she's been telling 'jokes.'

She'll look at me (or M, or Monkey), and say something like this:

"Wooshoo gaga, mama pa mmmdada." Then she'll pause, waive her hand in the air with a declarative flourish (you know, like she's a freshman at college who's stayed up all night long having a really in-depth, heart-felt conversation about the meaning of gender in Shakespeare's sonnets, and VOILA she's made her point, dammit!), and then after about two seconds of dramatic silence.....

She'll start laughing.

Hard. Like, throw your head back and laugh until your belly aches hard.

It's so funny, that M and I start laughing, too! Convincing her that she's a comic genius....

I told one of the teachers at school that she's started to tell jokes....and before I could finish my story, one of the fathers said I should teach her The Aristocrats. Ha. Um, no. Not yet.

My lovelies...

Travel

M is traveling this week. But check out this photo - I SO don't feel sorry for him!

What's mine is yours?

Jellybean is a trip. At 13.5 months I think she weighs 18, maybe 18.5 pounds. But she doesn't know she's small. She thinks she's MIGHTY.

And, recently, she got her very first time- out. Yup, she got in trouble, BIG trouble.

Because she smacked her big sister in the face...on purpose.

Jellybean's pretty mellow about sharing. Monkey takes her books, her toys, even her food...and she's pretty OK with that.

But the other morning, Monkey tried to get on daddy's lap at the same time (M was reading to Jellybean). And that, that? That was NOT OK with Jellybean.

So, being a pre-verbal, 13 month old, she did what she could to demonstrate her displeasure with sharing her daddy: she smacked her sister in the face.

For a long time, I've thought that I would need to protect Jellybean from Monkey, especially with Monkey's liberal interpretation of "sharing" (which is to mean that everything that's Monkey's is Monkey's....and everything that's Jellybeans is ALSO Monkey's....).

Maybe it's the other way around.

HUH?

So Monkey had a ruptured eardrum back in December. Plus a variety of colds that caused her to use up more tissues that the entire country of Denmark uses in a given year, give or take.

For the last two months, she's been saying "huh?" a lot, and complaining she couldn't hear her TV show.

Two things happened yesterday that have greatly relieved our concern that something might be wrong with her hearing:

1) Turns out that two of our speakers in the living room weren't really working. Oh. Glad we plugged those wires back in.

AND

2) She passed her hearing test at the pediatrician with flying colors.

So, as it turns out, when she says "huh?" when I tell her its time to stop playing and pick up, or go to bed?

Yeah, that's called selective hearing. She's ignoring me.