Writing

I'm teaching Celeste to write her name. She did this all by herself with exception of the "s" which I helped with. Those curved lines are just a bit too hard.

Blueberries...

Me: What do you want for breakfast?

Celeste: CEREAL!!


Me: Okay, and what fruit do you want with it?

Celeste: Blueberries!!!

Me: We don't have any blueberries.

Celeste: Why?

Me: Because we ate them all.

Celeste: Go to the store and buy some more blueberries.

Me: I will next time I go shopping, but not right now. 

Celeste: Why?

Me: Because we're eating breakfast now and getting ready to go to school. I'll cut you a nectarine instead. 

Celeste: Okay. *after a bit* I want to talk to Mama. 

Me: Okay, we'll call her. 

*ring*

Celeste: *on the phone* Hi, Mama! *puts on her sad and guilt inducing face* Dada doesn't have any blueberries. *pause* We're eating .... *to me* what's this called? ... nectarines instead. *more sad guilt face*

A baby by another other name...

Celeste: I'm not a baby any more.

Me: Nope.

Celeste: No, I'm a big girl. But sometimes Dada and Mama still call me Baby. But I'm not a baby any more.

Me: Yeah, we do. Is that okay?

Celeste: *long pause* yeah.

Sock Sliding

Celeste loves for me to hold her, get a running start, and slide across the living room floor. She knows that this only works if I'm wearing socks and no shoes. One day she got the bright idea to try it for herself. Which of course meant digging up a pair of my socks and putting them on her feet.

I think this might be her new favorite game.

This is how we drink our milk...

.... and somehow we still get a milk moustache.