Gracyn

Since we went to the pediatrician Monday and she was blown away that G. is speaking 3 word sentences (I guess she's just supposed to know 6-20 words) I will tell you some funny stories of her language skills developing.

Last week we began to notice that if she upset Raleigh (and Raleigh would complain) she would come to Raleigh and say, "I sowwwy" and give her a hug around the waist. Then on Sunday we were coming home from church and G. yelled, "IIIII wwwwwaaaannnnn DUUUUUCE" (I want juice-- which she can totally tell the difference when we try to pass water off as juice). This was followed by the most Neanderthal scowl with pursed lips that I have ever seen!! Mark and I laughed hysterically. Such an expression of emotion from our little lovey.

I moved all the treat-like foods to a cabinet up high. But for some reason Raleigh and G. keep finding somewhat edible treats in the lazy susan. Yesterday morning G. was pilfering through it yelling, "IIIII wannnna doookie" (I want cookie). I was trying to get ready for work so Raleigh found some sugar cones and ate one. When she started on the second, and last one, I took it from her and told her she had to give it to G. (We had this whole battle before that about how she should save the last two cones for bath time and when I wasn't looking Raleigh ate one so I figured whatever now.) Raleigh had a huge meltdown. It resulted in a spanking when she wouldn't go pout in her room (her new thing is sitting on the floor, legs curled up, and stomping her foot saying 'humph' every two seconds). G. is contentedly rolling around the house eating her cone wondering what she had done right to get a treat so early in the morning. I was in the bedroom with Raleigh for 45 minutes disciplining and loving and every now and then G. would roll in and wave the cone in front of Raleigh -- upsetting her all over again. I said, "Maybe G. will share it with you because usually G. is a good little sharer. G. can Raleigh have a little bit of your cone?" Her response, "Nooooooooo MMMMMiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne!" And then she'd run off.

All this and I didn't have my makeup on, hair dried, etc. etc. Well, I went to work (from 10 am to 9 pm) and when I came in the door Raleigh was getting ready for bed. I took my work clothes off and crawled into her crib with her. When we were discussing the morning Raleigh said, "Ya, and I was crying" I said, "Ya, you're always crying these days" (I know- not a good thing to say but when you've been counseling for 10 hours your sensors go out the window). Then Raleigh said, "Why do I cry?" I said, "Well, in most cases it's because you want something and you can't have it so you get angry." We laid there for about 10 minutes and then Raleigh said, "Mom, I want to tell you a story." "OK" "After you left for work, I snuck under the table and found the cone that G. dropped and I ATE IT!!"