I got bugs in my nose.
Help! Dare's BEES on my dingers! [translation: dirt is tickling my fingers and I want my hands wiped clean, please. Yes, please.]
Us: How can we ask nicely? Her: Ni-ice!
Her: [throwing tantrum and crying] Us: You still haven't told me what you want, Paela. What do you want? You want another cracker? You want some water? You want to go outside? Her: [suddenly calms and looks at us] Okay! I be happy now!
Toddlers often have security objects, be they blankets, stuffed animals or pacifiers. Paela has an entourage. When she wakes in the morning and is lifted out of the crib she makes the role call: "Dolly, too?" "Kitty, too?" "George, too?" (and often) "Blankie, too?" With her full entourage stuffed into her tiny arms she is ready to start the day, taking at least one of them -- usually more -- everywhere she goes.Paela tells jokes from time to time. Sometimes she will be playing a game of hide-and-seek/peek-a-boo with a toy. Suddenly, she will get a trickster glint in her eye and will put the toy in plain sight on her lap and ask, "Where'd-it-go?" We'll promptly point to it and with a sparkle in her eye and a grin on her face she will shake her head and inform us that there is no toy on her lap. Let the jokes begin.
Her latest joke is a bit of a knock-knock joke, somewhat akin to the infamous interrupting cow joke. She begins by saying "Pig is sad." We ask her back "Is the pig sad?" and she quickly says "Nah!" and then laughs.
An 11-year old Paela can aspire to be like.
Rebecca was sent this website by a friend which documents some terrible tragedies of cake decoration, sadly most of it done professionally. While this example only grabs your attention -- did they just mis-hear "congratulations on your TWIN pregnancy" -- some of the other cake travesties are much worse. Hit the link to read more hilarity.
Read more here. My personal favorite? "We will Miss" you.
I think I'm scared of people.
I begin many months ago when I met Eddo Stern while he was out here giving a lecture for the FUSE: conversation conference. Prior to this meeting, I didn't know of his work and during his lecture/presentation something just clicked and it all made sense to me. Afterwards, I went up to talk with him and he was really distracted and kept talking with other people. I ignored this fact, but the when we met again the next day, he couldn't remember my name. Rebecca comforted my bruised (and pathetic, I might add) ego by suggesting that perhaps Eddo is the type of person who doesn't remember names and faces very well.
So I could live with that. read more »
