From the Mouth of My Babe

At one point last weekend I was holding Kaitlyn and Matt had lifted the cranky and tired Skylie into his arms because she was crying that she wanted to be "held too!" In a wail, followed by cries Skylie hollered, "Daddy hold the baby!"

I take that as proof that sometimes Dad isn't as good as Mom.

A few days later both girls woke from their afternoon nap at about the same time. I got Skylie out of her crib then went to get Kaitlyn. When I set Skylie down to pick up Kaitlyn, Skylie began crying and stomping her feet (in classic two-year-old style) and shouting, "Baby go bed! Baby go bed!" (Usually Skylie is happy to see Kaitlyn, but apparently that day she wanted nothing to do with her sister.) The outburst lasted for a good 15 minutes.

The novelty of a new baby seems to be wearing off and a little jealously may be creeping in.

To be fair to Skylie, she is normally happy and says really funny stuff such as this:

While waiting to pick Matt up from work late Friday night Skylie told me all about how she wanted to go to the park and swim with her friends. But when Matt jumped in the car she commented, "Daddy's a doctor. He's checkin'."

I believe the books, "The Berenstain Bears Visit the Doctor", and "Doctor Dora" deserve the credit for Skylie's accurate reference.

Today she saw a picture of a pumpkin which led her to ramble about one of her favorite subjects, "Halloween, costumes, and witches". Since her grandparents visit last week (and their spoiling her with treats) she's added "Nana candy" and "Grandma candy" to her list of words related to Halloween. Very fitting, I think.