So, Henry is still learning to talk. He has cute pronunciations of things. All "F" sounds come out as a hard "T" so he calls his sister, plainly, "Tranny." Sometimes the letter "S" is also a "T" so tonight when he got out of the bath himself and ran across my bedroom floor, he looked behind him and said, "Mommy! Tee my toot trints!?"
When he counts, he regularly leaves out "ten" and skips right to "elenen." I recall that Franny used to skip a number as well, but I think she skipped "thirteen" so perhaps she was just precociously superstitious.
Franny can pretty much pronounce everything now and is learning to describe things. She was telling us a story the other day and said that she had "whistling ears" and "fainting eyes."
I was feeling fairly terrible recently when I couldn't remember Henry's first word, yet I had a crystal clear memory of Franny excitedly telling everyone: "Henwee's fuhwst wuhd was ___!" I asked her if she could remember, and, at first she couldn't. Then about a week later, she came running up to me and said "Down down. Henry's first word was down down." And she's right. I remember it now.
Franny woke us both up for the day at 4.30 this morning, which might explain the fascination quotient of this post. She was clutching her left ear and crying. She is an excellent self-diagnostician, but we've got to go in to the doc in order to get meds -- they are never willing to take her word for it. The doctor looked into her ear and then told me that Franny's ear was terribly infected and she was probably in agony. Poor thing. She's much better now, the dear little girl.
Our dishwasher ist kaput. Glenda, our sweet cleaning person, has called to say she won't be here tomorrow. I have a cold and a headache. I'm really tired. My hair seems inconsolably fuzzy. I even paid $$ for a "treatment" at the salon. The End.
(For those of you who know me well, please don't panic. Glenda will be here later in the week. OK, she'll be here Thursday.)