Hee Hee

I’ve turned around to look at Camille in the car because I hear her fake laughing. She has her hand under her chin and is “tickling” her own neck.

Her “gentle for baby’s skin” laundry detergent ate through the plastic container it came in. Then it ate through the plastic milk jugs Michael put it in after that. Then it ate the non-stick coating off the old pan we put the jugs in. We’ve switched her to the regular Tide we use.

She knows that when things are passed from one person to another, there is usually a “thank you” involved. But she doesn’t always understand the exact process. So when she’s finished with something and wants you to take it from her, she holds it out to you and yells THANK YOU.

Riding the carousel at the zoo produced the most priceless squeal of delight and look on her face that I have ever seen.

She’s in the stage of imitating everything – talking on the phone, locking the doors with the keys, brushing her teeth, blowing on hot food. And she loves helping out – sweeping the floor, throwing away trash, putting shoes away.

Camille got a new toy from some friends that is totally adorable, most of the time. It makes noises and sings songs. It has an “off” switch (which is essential in my mind) with 2 volume settings. Seriously, why any toy maker would think parents want to listen to this stuff LOUDER just baffles me. When the toy is on the quieter setting, it’s great – catchy tunes, cute noises, fun songs. I like it. The louder setting, however, clicks something in my brain and somehow turns those same cute songs into something that screams for me to smash the toy into little pieces. I find that an odd phenomenon.

She will repeat almost any word you tell her. Albuquerque is a great one.

She loves pointing to and naming various body parts. Eye. Nose. Ear. Elbow. Foot. Unfortunately for some, though, hypothalamus and pancreas and thyroid are not among her list. Because, that’s right, she’s not smart. Had you fooled.

Our new favorite word: more. She pronounces it “mo-ah.”

“Up-a-bah” is what she calls “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.” It comes from the line, “Up above the world so high…” I get a yay! and clapping after I sing it to her. And sometimes she sings along as best she can.

She, too, possesses that innate kid instinct that eats all the marshmallows first out of Lucky Charms and then asks for “mo-ah.”