These days our eighteen month old baby girl is running the house. She has more fire in her than her two older sisters put together, and when she says "jump," evidently we are supposed to ask how high. The only problem with this chain of command is that she can't actually say "jump" or anything else, except for: dad, mom, up and no.
This afternoon I was working at the computer and I suddenly realized a "conversation" going on between my oldest and youngest daughters:
Madeleine: Elisabeth, are you stinky? Did you go poop?
Elisabeth: Poop. Poop. Poop.
Hysterical Laughter from the two older girls ensues.
Madeleine: Good girl. Did you go poop?
Elisabeth: Poop! Smiles proudly. POOP!
So there are a few things different about having a little one in the house AND older siblings.
i'm hoping when we get back she can teach finn some new talking tricks... even if it is poop, at least he'll be saying something!
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