I've been here twice this morning... trying to think of something interesting.
See how I am? You give me a day off and my brain turns to jello. Okay, it already was jello before that, but I do the best with what I have.
Sissy has a new thing she's been doing. That is, everything she sees, she immediately labels it, "My ______."
When we were up at the Capitol Market on Saturday, we were shopping at the Purple Onion for the Evil Twin's crunchy green peas.
At the register, there was a pink helium filled balloon that had the Capitol Market logo on it. Of course, Sissy spied it and said, "My balloon!"
I turned to face her and said, "No, that's not your balloon." Well, I guess the girl at the check out overheard me because she untied the balloon and handed it to us. I thought that was very sweet, and very unnecessary. We do try to not spoil our kids (sort of).
But, the balloon has lost its helium and now just flips along on the floor. Sissy is STILL toting that thing around, dragging it like she has a rock on a string.
Unfortunately, this "my" stage extends to just about everything in the house. There are two throw pillows on the couch and she claims both of them as "mine".
I'm trying to convince her that there are two pillows. One for her and one for Buddy.
Now, she's crying and saying "Buddy is greedy." since he won't give her BOTH pillows - instead keeping one for himself. (To block his face from what he calls her "nasty cheese breath". :::sigh:::).
It's no wonder I have puddin' brain.