What does Tom say?

This morning, I had the following conversation with Lizzie-bear.

Me: What does the puppy say?
Her: Woof woof
Me: What does the kitty say?
Her: Meow
Me: What does the lion say?
Her: Rawr
Me: What does Tom say?
Her: Bebe.....

Here's why this is wildly amusing. Our friend Tom is helpless when it comes to anything having to do with the kitchen. The joke (at least, I think it's a joke) is that he's not allowed to make a sandwich without supervision. Anytime our group of friends is over at his house, asking a difficult question like "Hey Tom, how do you set the timer for the oven?" results in him yelling "Bebe..." and asking his wife. And so, Lizzie-bear knows that what Tom says - in the same fashion that she knows the rooster says "cock-a-doodle-doo" - is "Bebe".

Our evening...

We had an interesting evening. Elizabeth wouldn't eat anything for supper but oatmeal (she had 2 large bowls), Miriam wanted to eat at the same time. So there I am, sitting on my boppy b/c my nether regions hurt, holding Miri in my left arm nursing her and helping Lizzie-bear eat with my right hand. Then Jamie came over and started eating the cheerios Lizzie threw on the floor and licking Lizzie's feet, Mojito and Logan started harassing Calista and then Mojito went on to wrestling with a scratching post, and Bagheera sat on top of a bar stool watching the madness and giving everyone a combination of the side-eye and a disdainful "You are all beneath me" stare in the most cat-like fashion.

Eventually Lizzie finished her oatmeal and started playing in the living room while I finished eating (Miri was in the moby wrap by this time). The following conversation ensued:

Lizzie: Book. *hands me a phone book*
Me: Yes, that's a phone book.
Lizzie: Read! *opens the phone book*
Me: Okay. Once upon a-
Lizzie: *points at a car advertisement* Oatmeal. The end. *wanders off to play with pots and pans*

My kids crack me up.

Of baby blankets, chicken strips, and doggie kisses

We went to visit my parents this weekend and on our way back home today, it was kind of interesting. Elizabeth was sitting in her car seat on the right side, Miriam was in her car seat (rear facing of course) in the middle, and Jamie (the dog) was sitting on the seat on the left. All three were in the back. I looked back at one point and realized that Elizabeth had stolen Miriam's blanket. Then I looked at the other side and realized that Jamie was giving Miriam kisses. Then I looked back again and realized that Elizabeth had started sharing her chicken strips with Jamie with Miriam stuck in the middle between them. I took the next exit I saw and pulled off into the parking lot of the gas station/truck stop to give Miriam her blanket back and resituate Jamie.