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After watching me use the chopsticks for 10 minutes, V grabbed them asked so nicely for them and correctly used them! 

2015 week six

During church Vera was brandishing a straw menacingly at people and hissing. My baby was casting spells in parsletongue in church. Should I be concerned or proud?

What happens when you ask your toddler to feed the cat. Yzma was in heaven. 

A second day care boy! Vera loves him. She loves to help me too. But she would prefer to just put the bottle in and take it out over and over. Liam does not love this.

Getting the itch to make V clothes again! 

I delight in watching her help me. It is so fun that she wants to do what I do and she really tries her best.

Vera vs the mini pony

"Horse! Horse! DOWN DOWN HORSE! Please!" 

Surprisingly she was less afraid of the big horse. 

Flying mini kites with cousins. She's probably saying her new favorite phrase, "Come on baby! Come on! Baby!"

I have three stories this week.

The other day V was playing happily in her room and I went to peak in and check her. She was trying her hardest to bounce/jump and kept yelling, "BEAM! suuuuun-BEAM!" I don't have to tell you about the big fat tears when I heard her trying to sing This Song. Other funny things she has said/remembered: We pulled into Target and from the back seat she chanted, "Target!" We must go there too often... She has learned to close her eyes during a prayer. She squeezes them tight as hard as she can and during the whole prayer says, "Prayer, close eyes. Close eyes." About two months ago we had to throw away some socks that had holes in them. One day while on the toilet, V points to the trash and said, "Socks. Trash. So sad. Broken Socks." How do you even remember this?!

Circumstances were against us on Monday and I took V to ballet with me hoping they'd let her stay. They did, and she was fantastic. For all of the barre work she sat right next to me munching cheerios and saying, "Dance. Another song. Mama dance." Everyone loved her. But her restraint wore out when we moved to center floor. Then she was running around trying to dance with us. I really felt bad monopolizing the class, but the teacher loved it and thought it was inspiring or something that this little one was trying to dance with us. It will probably never happen again but it was so sweet to have her there with me.


The other night I let Yzma out in the wee hours of the morning (as usual *grumble grumble cat) and had a hard time falling asleep because cats were meowling for the rest of the early morning. Cat screams, hisses, yowls; I ended up having weird dreams. In the (proper) morning we went outside to call her in and her little jingling bell did not come running. So we tried the front door. Outside my door were two enormous bear-cats. Bear cats because, they were huge. The burliest cats I'd ever seen. They sat sentinel at the end of my driveway staring at me unmoving. I love cats, but it was unnerving. Then I hear a poor little mew from the neighbors  roof. There is Yzma. When the cats saw her they stared at her and hissed and yowled some more. I tried to shoo them away but they wouldn't shoo! Meanwhile V has taken off her pajama pants and is nude from the waste down dancing in the driveway in the 45 degree air. I picked up her pants and shooed away the cats effectively and herded V inside. I told Yzma I couldn't help any more than that to get her down and we went back inside. An hour later she picked her way down somehow and flashed through the door as soon as it cracked. She wouldn't leave my side and put her paws on my knees to be held. Poor little kitten. Thought you were too big for your britches messing with those bear-cats.