Summer of the Popicle

Violet pronounces popsicle "popicle". She is obsessed with popsicles. It's the first thing she's been asking for in the morning, and then whines and bursts into tears when I tell her "only after dinner". She then asks sweetly "have dinner?".

This is mostly a pretty rosy blog, but I have to be honest and say that August has been a trying month with all the constant whiiiiniiiing. It's pretty funny sometimes when you think how ridiculous it is to be caring for a miniature person that whines for Turkish delight (tukish denight!) like it's their birth right.

I know it will pass. Hopefully in the next week or so, as I'm due in 4 days!

Of course, she's still the sweet, smart and snuggly girl she's always been. Because it's my blog, I can boast about her all I want. I took her to the doctor last week, and she benchmarked her language and comprehension skills above a 3 year old level. The girl can talk! Too bad she's only using it mostly for evil these days.

"Mama, you getting a popicle for me? I want a green one! Mama, you have a popicle also. Let's go sit on the front porch together. Bring a tissue, my popicle gets drippy".