Little Miss Chatterbox

Dinner this past weekend was full of wonderful conversation with a sprinkling of pre-dinner embarrassment. We went to dinner to take advantage of Red Lobster’s endless shrimp and to celebrate a birthday. Lina and I arrived early (hard to believe, I know) and put our names on the list. Lina has been learning a lot of things lately, including big vs. small. While we were waiting near the lobster tank, a rather large woman stood near us and Lina started staring at her. As I steered her back towards the lobsters, I hoped she was just admiring the woman’s brightly colored clothing. A few seconds later she was looking at that woman again and the following conversation took place:
Lina: Big. She’s big.
Me: Lina, let’s look at the lobsters!

Thankfully I don’t think the woman heard her, but oh my goodness, how embarrassing for both me and that poor woman!

Lina’s brutal honesty continued over dinner:
Jessie: I love you Lina.
Lina: I love milk.
Jessie: I love you Lina.
Lina: I love milk.
Jessie: I love you Lina.
Lina: I love milk.

A few minutes later:
Jessie: I love you Lina.
Lina: I need a drink.

Just Like Daddy

As much as I try to deny it, Elina is very much like her father. The other day Lina and Mason were playing and they both laughed a big ole’ belly laugh. Except for the pitch, it was the same exact laugh. She has his feet, his height, his dimples, his eyes and even his cowlick.

Not that long ago, she climbed up onto the foot rest at my parents house and started chugging her milk. My sister was sitting nearby on the floor and asked Lina for a kiss. Lina held up one finger as if to say just a minute and continued to chug her milk. When she stopped to take a breath, she gave her aunt a kiss and then resumed drinking. At least she has my sass.

Her First Sentance

If Elina were one of the Little Miss characters, her name would be "Little Miss Sassy."  In fact I think she is going to need some of those books for her birthday.

On Friday I asked Miss O to come get a piece of paper from me and give it to Mimi.  Normally Miss O would jump at this opportunity.  But this day, the blocks were more important, so she said "no."  I of course had no choice but to try again.  When she ignored me, my sister told Miss O to tell me what she always told her.  Miss O continued to play with her blocks and yelled (as if we were in separate rooms), "Just a minute!"

Lina adores Miss O and wants to do everything that Miss O does.  Without skipping a beat, Lina shouted "Yus-a-yenet!" 

The words might not have been perfectly formed, but the tone was dead on.  I knew I was going to have my hands full while I was still pregnant, but how do you prepare yourself for your 11 month old daughter telling you just a minute?