8/24/2004 05:44:03 PM|||Amy|||I am really, really busy right now - and it's nothing like what is about to happen in a couple of weeks when I will be starting a busy phase that will last through mid-May. And I love it! I love being this busy! So I don't have time to update my blog, or write a decent email, or whine about my problems. As far as I'm sure everyone who comes in any kind of contact with me will attest, less whining is good.

Conversations and interactions with my two year old are becoming more and more interesting. This morning she told me to leave her alone because she was trying to eat. Then, of course, I had the audacity to ask where my keys were - to which she told me that they were in her purse.

Me: I'll see you later, Monkey. (bend down to plant kiss on Monkey forehead) I love you.
Monkey: I love you too. Leave me alone. I'm trying to eat.
Me: I'm sorry, Baby.... Monkey? Where are Mommy's keys?
Monkey: In my purse.
Me: So they are.

Later....

Daddy: Be a good girl, Monkey. I'm going to pick Bear up from school.
Monkey: Okay.
(Daddy spends next half hour searching vainly for his keys [grandparents were looking after Monkey and Winston] then picks Bear up 15 minutes late in my father's rickety pick-up truck after failing to find the keys.)
Daddy (after arriving home and having a sudden inspiration): Monkey, do you have Daddy's keys?
Monkey: in my purse
Daddy: Where's your purse?
Monkey: (blank look)
(Monkey, Daddy and Bear spend next half hour searching for purse which is finally discovered in the dryer.)

Monkey got very upset with me the other day because I called Winston a little monkey. (Care-line not a monkey. I a monkey!) I think I need to be more careful about respecting her territorial streak.
|||109338906341301367|||This is just to say