Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Piper is talking now. BOY she is talking now. I can finally start my toddler talks collection!
Her Monday night babysitter asked Pete about her increased use of "verbal aggression." We looked at each other and laughed.
"Scat; get out of here!" is a frequently-used expression around here. Our cats are very bad. (Well, cat, now. Nanook squeezed out of the garage during the week we were away. I think she is happier as an outdoor cat now. We are seeking a replacement - perhaps a puppy? Mia wouldn't know the difference...)
Yesterday, I was out (yes, out - I went shopping with the two yesterday and enjoyed most of it immensely!), and got stuck for two cycles at a left-turn light (seriously, they fall asleep at the wheel here at the first sign of warmth!). When the light turned green for a third time, I honked my horn and the driver in front of me finally moved. I wasn't too put out, since B was sleeping, but as I turned, I heard a little annoyed voice behind my seat on repeat:
"Stupid car. Stupid car. Stupid car."
Yeah, we think the drivers down here are baaaaad...
Last night at dinner, Piper decided she didn't want to eat her sausage. Instead of a simple "no," she opted for a re-route with a shocked "Oh my GWRACIOUS!!!" She topped off the effect with her hands over her mouth in feigned horror.
I think my mom might get the credit for that one.
This morning, I was puttering in my office when Piper came tearing down the hall with one of her two stuffed Minnies to grab her scarf and coat from the doorknob where they were hanging temporarily.
"We gotta find Mickey - and fast!" (Mickey went to work with Pete this morning, having been left overnight in the car.)
"We gotta rescue him!"
My favorite of the week came last evening while we were waiting to pick Pete up from work:
"Shweetie," Piper said from the back seat, "I'm gonna help you..."
Oh how sweet, I thought. Then she finished her ramble.
"Shweetie, I'm gonna help you find a mouse!"
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