Jibber jabber, never the matter
What the time of day,
Jenny Penny talks a lot
No matter what you say.
Turns out Mila inherited her mother's childhood gift of gab. Because she keeps me laughing all the time, and because I don't want to forget this stuff, here are a few things Mila has said lately.
After listening to the Rolling Stones' "Time Is On My Side" she sang, "Yoooou rub a back. Yoooou rub a back. Yoooou rub a back..." ad nauseum.
Thanks to DJ Lance Rock of Yo Gabba Gabba, whenever someone says, "Let's do it," she replies, "Bake it down!"
One of her favorite books is Green Eggs and Ham. She now says, "Thank you Sam-uh-Am," when you do anything for her. It was only a matter of time.
Not too long ago, though, it was, "Thankum Sam-uh-Am," because she kept getting "thank you" and "you're welcome" confused. "Thankum" was a good catchall until she figured that out.
When I put Margot down for tummy time, she shouted, "Mila tummy time too!" then flopped face down on the blanket and began kicking her feet and grunting...just like her sister was doing.
Sometimes she'll bring you something--a toy or a Goldfish or what have you--and shout, "Galatians!" We're 97% certain she means congratulations. We have no idea where this one came from either.
Also, she calls muffins "wuffins." I am baffled by this.
Just the other night she dropped something and said, "Uh oh! Beg-ee-ohs!" I thought David would die laughing.
She saw a metal sculpture David made ages ago that I'd put on the table in the front entry. "Wut's dat?" she asked. "A little man," I told her. She replied, "Oh. Well hi mister!"
Ah, toddlers. They make messes and whine and are completely irrational little beasts, but they are so funny you can't help loving them anyway.