Thanks Uncle Mack

Last weekend when Squeaker went to the Steel children's museum, she was fascinated just playing in the sandbox. Aunte Brite and Uncle Mack thought about ushering her on to the other exhibits, but decided to let her stay where she was having fun. The sandbox turned out to be too much fun to leave. Even though she was warned that she had 'two more minutes', she had a small fit when it was time to leave. What stopped the fit was Uncle Mack explained that sandboxes were not indigenous to children's museums. So using a little extra lumber from the house and some sand, a fully formed sandbox sprung forth from the earth yesterday.

Sentence of the Week

"No Brite. Froggy named Jacob. Ducky named Kamile" I returned a phone call to some friends we had seen last spring. Squeaker listened and guessed who I was calling. I explained that it was our friends from out west and that she had seen them twice before. I recounted the details for her and showed her pictures of their visit. I was asked to repeat the story a number of times. I finally got her off topic with a visit to the children's museum. That afternoon she decided on her own that new names were in order for her friends. Hopa almost got renamed too, but the Daddy person and Aunte Brite didn't like that idea as much.

Have a good week.

Why Oh, Why Oh, Why Oh?

Squeaker, Brite and Uncle Mack are out of state this weekend, so the main event this week was a ten hour car trip. Squeaker barely slept but none the less the trip has gone well so far. The intrepid travelers are planning on going to a steel children's museum on the way back. There is a good chance that we'll be posting a trip report sometime this week, so check back around Thursday and see what Aunte Brite has to report. Meanwhile, enjoy Squeakers new favorite word game

Squeaker's Story of the Week

Squeaker: Say piglet brite.
Brite: Piglet.
(Brite laughs, Squeaker does not.)
S: No Brite rhyme. Go for it Brite!
B: Piglet wiglet.
S: Say sample.
B: Sample ample.
S: Say polar bear.
B: Polar bare snare.

Later daddy jumped in and got
S: Say watermellon daddy.
(long pause as the Daddy person runs for a thesaurus)
D: Watermellon fellon

Have a good week.

Happy Birthday Squeaker

That's right readers, Squeaker is the big 2. We've had a busy weekend, and the Daddy person has been fighting a cold, so I don't have much in the way of stories for you. These pictures I think tell a pretty good tail by themselves. No my spelling isn't that bad, I'm talking about the special pancakes. Regular features will resume next week.

A Necessary Life Skill?

Story of the Week

"Corn Please" Its too hot, so Brite makes her wait. While she waits she says to herself, "This corn Squeakers. Nobody else eat." Brite finally gives her her ear of corn and there isn't any sound other than eating for a couple of minutes. No sounds until, the Daddy person and Uncle Mack both reach for ears of corn from the serving dish. Then without missing a beat, "This Squeakers corn, nobody else eat it". Brite has asked that the record reflect that such pronouncements are never made when just the two of them are eating. They tend to occur whenever the Daddy person is at the table, and especially when Daddy, Uncle Mack and one of Squeaker's favorite foods are being served. The Daddy person would like the record to reflect that thing are not as in ages past. Very little food is removed from Squeaker tray. Instead she's clearly watched her seconds disappear from the serving dish one too many times. She's been concerned about this pattern for a while. The last couple of months she's often asked for more of her favorite foods, even with a full tray. These requests tended to occur when the Daddy person reaches for the serving spoon.