Much to my chagrin, my daughter's favorite food right now is frozen blueberries. It's only to my chagrin because I just can't stand the laundry challenge. I am staying up late tonight to oxi-clean the BRAND NEW GYMBOREE shirt she was wearing today that daddy thought was an OK shirt for blueberries. Doesn't he know that she only gets to eat blueberries when a) she's wearing black or b) in this one crappy t-shirt that has become the blueberry eating shirt?
Really, how much therapy do you think she'll need when she's older? I was fine, really I was, until I had to change my shirt because the main course arrived.
But aside from my hangups about the stains (and the blueberry face, hands, high-chair tray, etc.) - she started saying blueberries today! This from the child who uses the word "Dis" for basically everything in her universe save for a few other items she has bothered to figure out more specific words for (bath, baby aka babydoll, mama aka pick me up right now mama.) And I finally got it on video. Fat chance of me getting my act together enough to get the video out to where you could see it, but I did at least record it for posterity!
These days pass too quickly. I'm going to miss the "Dis" which is already on its way out. And my mom pointed out recently that Liam doesn't even say "lotsa" anymore, which used to be such a great all-purpose word. "How many do you want, Liam?" "Lotsa!" and then "Noooo! LOTSa, mama" As if I didn't hear him right and thought 20 goldfishies were adequate.