Mommy? Mommy.

Here comes the plethora of almost appropriately used one liners!

In Molly's never ceasing effort to divert all attention to herself, she has picked up on a couple of often repeated phrases:

Mommy? Mommy. Mommy? Mommy. - Repeat as many times as it takes to get a response... seriously, as many times it takes... Mommy can be replaced with Daddy. It's pretty funny because Mommy and I will keep talking and just start laughing because we simply can't hold it back anymore!

What you doing here? - This can be preceded by a healthy rendition of "Mommy? Mommy." It can also happen anywhere at any time. It can be followed up by itself as well as any other question.

What's that? - This is typically asked when we're in the car and is directed at anything outside of the car. It typically is preceded only by "Mommy? Mommy.", "What you doing here?", by itself, or by an answer to any of the previous questions.

Molly is getting to be quite the little story teller. I sat down with her the other night. She was sitting in the wrongly named "ladder" (it's a step stool) and I was sitting in the couch directly facing her. She began to tell me about her day for a good 2-3 non-stop minutes. Her hands were moving, she was looking away as she tried to find the right words, and she looked so determined with some of her closing statements. As if that wasn't amazing enough, she stopped. She pointed at me and said, "Daddy? Now YOU talk!" To explain the emphasis on "YOU" in our house right now is important because it's become such a daily inside joke. See below... So, I told her about my day. I worked on Lucy's room, so I talked to her about how I measured and cut and hammered nails. She got excited about hammering and told me what hammering was like (loud and "BANG BANG"). About that time, Mommy came into the room to usher in the "Let's go to bed" cattle call. Molly wanted to have nothing to do with that and so usher her proclamation that Mommy should "go away!" Mommy understood and left the moment to Molly and I. When Molly made it back to her stool (er, "ladder"), we started over with her telling me how she played with her friend George in the park on slides and how he ran off and Mommy got him. I got my chance to retell my day, only to be interrupted with a good description of what a hammer is.

The story about the emphasis on "YOU": One day, the whole house was waiting for Molly to potty. Molly and I were having a grand time playing "You Run". That game consists of nothing more than us running around in circles and up and down the hallway. At one point, she disappeared and I took a quick break. When I finally got the parental "it's been too quiet too long" feeling, I started calling out Molly's name playfully. When I turned the corner, I could smell that the moment had finally come, so I exclaimed: "Did YOOOOUUUUUU POOPOO?" We've used the "YOU" inflection whenever it fits in many other occassions and it always turns into an echo. Sooo much fun!