As much as I'd like to hear "Mama" every time I enter a room, it seems "Dada" has the edge. Sometimes clothes and stuffed animals are also greeted with "Dada" - but Daddy definitely gets the most enthusiastic version which is always accompanied by fervent clapping. No one gets quite the reaction as the kitty, though! If Mik would allow it, Isabelle would chase him around all day with a look of grand anticipation, followed by stunned ecstasy whenever she manages to pull a piece of fur.
Speaking of cats... what's that saying? When the cat's away...
This weekend while I was at the Rochester High Falls International Festival (loved it!), Dennis and Isabelle were (from what I've been told) eating french fries (didn't we just get a massive order of Earth's Best organic?), going to the theater (Pirates of Penzance), downing hotdogs (all of a sudden ice cream brain freeze doesn't seem so bad) and checking out the everybody-knows-your-name scene at Grumpies (worth it for the story of the 18-month-olds).
Yesterday, one of the daycare workers told me Isabelle is stubborn. Hmmmm... not quite sure what to do with that information. I bet Isbelle had started up that same tired argument that almost ruined Christmas: "No! Not Zwieback! Cherrios! Cheerios! Cheerios are the best invention ever! Ehhhhhhhhhhh-verrrrrrrr."
Shout out to Cousin Anika who's cruisin' the Las Vegas strip "diaper style" this week.
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