Henry's Words

Henry is starting his path to words. He's been mimicing us for sometime tonally (singing "uh-oh!" not enunciating). But he has some words, and we know what's he's trying to day. The words are as follows:
Henry's word Whatit means
Baaa Ball
heh-ho Uh-oh
Dada Daddy
ooOOOOH Anything that looks like a baby.
He also has (a) sign(s). Jenny says he's been flashing the tree sign, but by far his favorite sign is "light." It's his favorite word. It's his favorite pass time. Whenever you move into a new room, you'll see his arm shoot up, and him wiggling his fingers rapidly. It's really cute.

Olivia's Birthday List

Olivia has a tattered set of post-it notes where she has been detailing her various interests for her birthday party, presents and activities at said party. Jenny wrote me today to tell me that Liv had a new request. "She just asked for:
  • party horns (the kind that unroll) and a disco ball
  • a gold disco ball

Pukes

Last night Liv coughed so much she "puked." (Liv loves the word puke, using it over and over and over.) Earlier in the evening she insisted I get out the silver bowl, which she carried around with her. Unfortunately, her two pukes hit me and the sheets. After her first puke, she jumped up and said "Yech! Puke!" And then started to give me play by play commentary on how she puked, what came out, etc., as though I wasn't there. The second time, she said "Yech! Puke! My Dinner!" She paused a few moments and said "No Beans!" She's a proud puker! It's almost as though it 's a badge. Other great puke-related conversation: "Old people and babies and kids and dogs and cats puke, right?"

Day Dreams While Sick

Livvy woke up this a.m., and sat quietly on the couch looking at the ceiling. I asked her what she was doing. She said, "...thinking of something in my head." I asked what of. And she said "...I'm thinking of a playhouse we can put in our back yard. It will have a silver fence and a golden gate and a lock that I can turn like this (motioning) to close the gate and it will be big enough for henry." She pauses. "No. We will get one for him, too. Smaller, though. With no gate. And mine will have a turquoise roof... and a pink heart on the door that says 'Olivia,' but it won't be filled in, because I want to fill it with sparkly paint." Then she nodded her head for a while, while looking whistfully at the ceiling.

Liv, The Rescuer

We've all been feverish, and sick and taking many, many Ibuprofens. And an important fact for this story, though unrelated, really, in topic is that we "let the yellow mellow" in hour house -- meaning, we don;t flush after every pee. ANYWAY. I was shaking out several Turquoise Blue Gel capsules and one overshot my hand, and landed on the floor. We haven't cleaned that bathroom floor in weeks. So I picked it up and plunked it in the toilet. A bout twenty minutes later I wondered where Liv was, so went looking for her. I found her just in time to find her about shoulders-deep in the really stinky, yellow pee bowl of the toilet. As I said "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING!" she jerked back, pulled her yellow/wet toilet-paper encased arms out of the bowl, holding a single, shiny turquoise pill in her hands, and said "Look what I found!" That was a disastrous mess to be cleaning up when you have a 104 fever.