I'm enjoying Olivias increasing vocabulary.
"Kitty Boots." (Joel bought her a pair of "Hello Kitty" boots which she looooves)
"Purple Keey" (blanket)
"Ah kitty go?" (Where'd kitty go?)
Olivia has also named herself "DeeDee." I think O-Liv-EE-Ah is too hard for her to pronounce. Plus, she's always called babies "deedees" so, in her baby mind, since she is a baby, she is a deedee, therefore she calls herself "DeeDee." I think it's funny, and so does Joel, so we have honored her new request and begun to refer to her as such.
And the other night, I uttered a sentence I'm sure I've never said before in my life.
Olivia was in the other room, playing quietly. Too quietly. I heard a "plop" and then an "uh-oh" and then more silence.
I found her in the bathroom, with a little Beanie Baby stuffed elephant that Joel brought her back from Alaska. It was soaking wet. (And you need to know that in our house, we call elephants "Fuuuus" because thats the sound me make as we put our arm to our nose and raise it high: "Fuuuuu!")
So here comes the sentence that I'm pretty sure no one has ever strung together until this weekend:
"No No, Dee Dee. No No. We do not dunk our Fuus in the toilets."