Oooooh! A Woodhecker!

So, the language delay again.  If you can't beat it, you may as well enjoy it. 

Today, on the way home, I was letting her look at the animals app on my phone.  She likes that one because, if you double-click the animals, they play the sound associated with the animal.  She has recently become fascinated with the woodpecker, but she still pronounces a lot of her P's as H's.  This mostly happens at the beginning of the word, but sometimes, as in this case, it comes in the middle of the word. So they end up being "woodheckers".

As if conceived by a burned-out sitcom writer, this was the dialogue on the way home today:

WinnieWoodpecker: Ooooh!  Look, mama, look!  A woodhecker!

Mr. Awesomeness: Wood*p*ecker.  P-p-p-pecker.

WW: Woodhecker!

Mr. A: Can you say *p*ecker?  Woooooood*p*ecker...

WW: No, dada! Ssshhhhh.....

Mr. A: Just try it, say *p*ecker.  P-p-p-pecker.

Awesomeness: (after laughing like Butthead the whole time..."He said 'pecker.'")  Baby, tell your dada to stop trying to make you say pecker.

I think we're just going to have to settle for woodhecker.

The Queen of Clean

Where did I go so right?  PollyPickUpGirl can't stand dirt.  She says, "Mama!  Das astustin!" ("that's disgusting"...we're still working on that) whenever something falls on the floor.  She yells, "Ew! Trash! Blech!" whenever she sees anything that even looks like garbage.

When I accidentally leave her brother's peedy diaper on the floor, she throws it on my lap while I'm typing.  Subtle, kid.  Subtle.

Vacation

Psssshtt.  I wish that's why I haven't been writing.  The truth is, the kids are not doing too hot. 

It's been 4 months since we started SaraSchoolGirl in preschool and 4 months since her nose and lungs have been clear of mucus.

It's been 4 months since BoogerBoyBob hasn't had to be wrestled down for a whole day to clear his poor nose.  I'm so glad we don't live in an apartment.

It's been 4 months since I've slept through the night in my own bed.  I do have a nice groove worked into the couch though.

It's been 4 months of always making sure we are well-stocked in anti-fever meds.

It's been 4 months since I've been able to string coherent thoughts together for any sustained period of time.

It's been 4 months since I've questioned why parents are half-crazy.

Fun In A Can

Some people see a $24.00 can of formula.  PowderPuffPeggy sees an opportunity for an indoor 'sand' box.  I have no more words, just sad, expensive pictures.

 

Bearopus

It's time to come clean with you, NeedyNorman.  You're adopted. 

Your parents were a bear and an octopus.  They were young and just couldn't afford to take care of you properly.  Also, your bear father couldn't very well make a life in the sea with your octopus mother.  She tried to live in the forest, but it just didn't last.  It was very sad.  They loved you very much.

So now you know where you got your ability to maul me so effectively.  Also, those clinging arms that seem to be everywhere, that was your mom's side. 

I know that you probably have a lot to think about right now.  Your Dada and I are here for you.

Not My Child-Resistant

We found out the hard way today that HarrietHoudini knows how to open child-resistant bottle caps.  I should have known because, the other day, I found her on the kitchen floor with an open bottle of Flintstones vitamins.  I just assumed that we left the top loose when we last gave her one.

No.  No, she opened it.  I got a frantic call around lunch time from Grandma (babysitter).  The kiddo had sneaked off into the bathroom and gotten into the Tylenol Cold.  She didn't think she'd done more than taken a small sip, but we had no idea how much was in the bottle, so we couldn't say for sure.

I asked her to call Poison Control right away; Mr. A. and I sped home.  Poison Control's advice was to look out for jitters, sleepiness or vomiting.  When we got home, she had the usual amount of ants in her pants, nothing unusual.  They said to keep her home, but call back in 2 hours.

Thank goodness, she's fine.  Thank goodness for Poison Control.  They were terrific!