Makin' Mommy Laugh (a Vivienne Story)

probably when she shouldn't be:

This morning as we were getting ready for friends to come over, I walked out of the room and left you, my Viv, on the bed with Haven. I wasn't two steps from the room when you started crying. Vivienne, I haven't heard a cry of pain from you--ever. But, this was unmistakable. I ran into the bedroom, fully expecting to see Haven with a finger in your eye or something.

You were screaming because you had managed to get a hold of a big hunk of your own hair. And, you were pulling it. And, it hurt really bad. You kept crying in pain and I tried to unlock your vice-like grip from your head. I was laughing because it was so silly. It took me a moment to get you untangled and I had to soothe you (and Haven, because she could tell it was a cry of pain and she was worried for you). You just kept pulling and crying. You silly baby.

buddha belly

She's 6 weeks today and smiling all the time (except when she wants to scream)...

What a Helper

Haven has recently discovered how best to help when Viv is fussing--she sticks her finger down Viv's throat and lets her suck on it. I hear a lot of choking and gagging, but other than those minor annoyances, Viv seems to love it.

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Mobsters

We went to the aquarium with Heidi and Isaac the other week. Apparently the lobster, or as you call it, "the mobster," made quite an impression on you. You immediately told me that the mobster wasn't good. And, that he would sting me and then poke my finger off. But, I'm not allowed to fuss, apparently. I told you that you liked to eat lobsters. You very emphatically told me that you did not. That mobsters weren't good and that you liked food.

Oh, Really?

So, the other day you were eating your lunch and mommy and daddy were talking when you calmly told us, "I don't care about nuffin'." I have no idea where you picked this up. It's not something I say. When I repeated it to you to make sure I'd heard you right and ended with "nothing" you patiently corrected my pronunciation by saying "nuffin." This cracked me up. Mainly because you have no idea what you are saying. But, you seem to make major pronouncements while you are eating.

Gammy came over the other day and we were talking about your best-friend, our neighbor Monkila. I was prompting you to tell Gammy how you'd been to Monkila's house and what you'd done over there. You said, because this is your new thing to say about whoever we are talking about: "Monkila's my favorite." Gammy said, "hey, what about Gammy?!" And, you replied in a rather off-hand way, "you're okay." Sort of like, in a pinch you'll do, Gammy. You, my dear, are a little toot.

There's More...

Seriously, child--I could report on the funny things you say almost daily. Here's a recent run-down.

You were playing with your wooden/paper dolls and putting different clothes on them. I was on the bed minding my own business when I heard you say, "here's her boobie stopper." That was interesting. I watched as you placed it on the doll's chest. Bobbie stopper is a good word for bra, I think.

Shortly after we took a trip to Dillards. Where you begged to go on the escalator. I always let you go on the escalator at least once (because I remember loving that as a kid too). I told you that you could but you had to mind while mommy glanced at the shoes. After glancing we went up and then back down. On our way back through the shoe dept. there were three female employees standing around talking. As we walked past them you informed me, within their hearing, that you were "a little bit naughty." They all started laughing. I told you that I agreed, you are a little bit naughty, although I'm not sure what you had done to announce it.

A few weeks ago I was putting you to bed and you decided you wanted to breastfeed. You've been weaned for over a year now, but you are around a lot of babies and it still intrigues you from time to time. You told me that boobie milk makes you fly--that may be the best thing you've ever said, according to your daddy. Except for yesterday when you started calling him "Daddy Lover Christopher." Your daddy always calls you his lover and you finally reciprocated.

You are precious, child.