Speechless

For a long time, I always heard about how quiet I am. Translation: I don't talk much around people I don't know well. Obviously I'm only quiet around people I don't know. H. has always told me I talk too much, especially at night when we go to bed. Lately he has mentioned that I talk too loud. He makes comments about how I don't have to yell, or that he IS in the same room, etc. I always brush it off and we laugh about it.

Tonight at dinner, I was talking to H. about a few things that really piss me off. Without going into detail about that, I'll just say that I was getting a little loud without realizing it. He kept telling me not to yell at him (I wasn't, just talking loudly I guess), and that he was sitting across the table. We laughed about it, and ate silently for a few minutes. When I started talking again K. put her hand up by her ear (more like her cheek, but in the general ear area) and said Mommy woud (loud)! Mommy woud! After laughing (A LOT!) I was left speechless.

Where, oh where has my little baby gone?

For the first time EVER I had to tell K. to stop talking and eat.

This was huge for me. She hardly ever talks, and chose tonight at dinner to be louder than you know what. And for the first time it was with actual words, not just babbles.

She was making these weird growling noises, which she told me was a baby isard (lizard). "Baby isard talk, mommy!" Then when H. started making them back she made a really weird face, looked at him with the corner of her eyes, and said, "Mommy, Daddy silly. Stop Daddy!" We laughed hysterically (of course, what else are you supposed to do?) and she took that as a hint to say that everyone in our entire family, plus all the dogs were silly.

I should havelearned my lesson by now: any action that results in a reaction from Mommy and Daddy results in a repeat of said action.

My little flirt

When I was younger my parents used to tease me about boys, to the point that I didn't dare look at them when in public. Well, at least not noticeably. From our trip to the store tonight, I can definitely tell that K. is not taking after me. I should mention that I call everything cute - cute shoes, cute puppy, etc. and she has picked up on it.

We went to rent a movie at the store for a nice evening at home after K. went to bed. As we were walking through the aisles of new releases we passed a man and his young son - probably 3 or 4 years old. As we passed them, K. kinda dragged along. I turned to see why she was trying to stop and saw her with her head turned looking at this little boy. I mean obviously staring. As we passed she said, "Mommy, cute!!" really loud. The dad laughed it off and walked in the other direction.

What a way to start K.!