Baby Parts

The following phrases would have been heard by a fly on the wall in our house last night, or maybe more appropriately, by a mouse in the basement:

"Brewster loves me. Does Brewster have a back?"

"Daddy has boy parts. Mommy has girl parts. I have girl parts. Evie has baby parts!"

"Ooop? Ooop?" Evie runs from wherever she is in the house when she hears the toilet flush. She points and assumes that any activity in that room is poop-related.

"Dance! Dance! Dance!" It's a command more than an exclamation. Evie also runs from wherever she is in the house when she hears any sort of music on tv or the radio.

"Eve just put her french fry on the toilet seat."

"Mommmmmmy - I awake a little bit."
"Daddddddddddy - my fingernail is long."
"Mommmmmmy - there's too many books."
"Daddddddddddy - my arm hurts right here."
Josie used to be our rock, our reliable bedtime girl. She now realizes that life goes on after she goes to bed. There have been some rough, late nights with her the past couple of weeks as we try to convince her that it really is time to go to sleep. These are just a sampling of what we hear from her room after we've tucked her in.