Manic Monday

Conversation with Abbie:

A: When did you meet Daddy?
M: In high school. I was 17.
A: Did you sit beside each other in your class?
M: No, daddy was a year behind me. Like if I was in 2nd grade then Daddy would be in 1st grade.
A: What?!?! Daddy got held back?!?!?!


Things Cameron can say: (even if you can't understand it):

• waffle, more waffle, cakie (pancake), more cakie, orange juice, more orange juice, cookie, more cookie, well you get the idea
• while pulling your finger, c'mon
• whenever he hears something beep he yells, READY, as in Dinner's Ready.
• he knows all his body parts
• when standing on top of something: JUMP (I swear one time he said "watch this")
• when he doesn't want to do or eat what you want him to: oh-ank-u (no thank you)
• rec, sec, GO!

I guess he can say more than I thought because I can think of lots more. He's starting to put words together into sentences. Sometimes he'll start to get upset about something and I'll say "talk to me, tell me what you want" and he'll look at me and try so hard, this long babble sentence will come out and then the last word will be something like "juice".

Things I meant to post a while ago:

First-A couple of weekends ago, I was startled awake around 7:00 am by our house alarm beeping that a door was opening. It was still pretty dark but I shoved Tim in front of me and we went to investigate. It wasn't the front door. Tim likes to leave the door to the downstairs open "for proper ventilation", whatever. Then I hear Cameron crying out "momma, momma". Panicking now! Tim went down the stairs and Cameron was just out in to the garage. I could not believe that he had gotten out of bed, opened his door, closed his door, ran down the hall, got downstairs and I didn't hear anything until he opened the garage door. I thought I was a pretty light sleeper. The transition to the big boy bed has not gone too well, so he's back in the crib for a few more months!

Next-I think this might have been the last year Abbie believes in Santa, boo-hoo. I almost blew it but she sort of believed me, at least for now. Abbie got a Giselle barbie from Santa. A week ago, on the phone, her friend Audrey asked me where it came from. Not really thinking, I said "The Disney Store". A bit later I hear Abbie, now on the phone, say "Nuh-uh, it was from Santa." I felt my heart sink. An hour or so passed and I thought it was forgotten, when Abbie came up and asked me if Santa was real:

M: Well of course, If you don't believe in him then he won't come.

A: So you and Daddy don't put the presents out under the tree?

M: I can't make any words come out so I just shake my head NO

A: (skeptically) O-kay.

Whew, that was close. I'm just not sure if it was good enough to last another whole year.