RP Log | Surrounded by diapers, cookies and chocolate milk
*Millie's making hot chocolate in the kitchen, while Baby!Kit is in his baby swing and Isabel drags toys from her room upstairs to the living room*
Alex Eames: *having driven over, Alex is just holding onto Ellie's hand as they walk to the door. Alex has to adjust the bag on her shoulder as she goes to knock on the door*
Isabel Logan: *calls out* I CAN GET IT.
Millie Logan: *comes from the kitchen* Let me get the lock and you can open it. But you know what you have to do.
Isabel Logan: *nods, yells* WHO IS IT?
Alex Eames: It's Auntie Alex, I have Ellie with me. *amused*
Ellie Eames: *knocks on the door* BOO-BOO
Isabel Logan: Yeahhh! *opens the door when Millie unlocks it* Hi!
Ellie Eames: Yo-yo-yo-yo *excited, waving with her free hand before letting go of Alex and toddling over to Isabel*
Isabel Logan: Hi, Ellie! *takes her hand* You can come play with me.
Millie Logan: Hey, guys.
Ellie Eames: *holds her hand and laughs* *lots of excited baby babble*
Alex Eames: Hey. *smiles* How are you doing?
Millie Logan: We're all right. *smiles. She's dressed in sweats and a sweatshirt, hair pulled up. The house isn't tidy, but it's not super-messy. She didn't clean for them, but she did make hot chocolate and got snacks*
Alex Eames: Good. *steps inside, Ellie's already ahead of her*
Millie Logan: How are you?
Isabel Logan: *taking Ellie to where she's dumped some of her toys - cars and dolls mostly*
Ellie Eames: *picks up a doll* Oooooh. *waves it at Isabel*
Alex Eames: *smiles* I'm okay. *nods*
Isabel Logan: Yeah, that's my dolly but you can play with her.
Millie Logan: *smirk* And Ellie and David?
Ellie Eames: Hehehehe. *kisses the doll*
Ellie Eames: Awwww. *loud kiss*
Isabel Logan: *giggles at that*
Alex Eames Ellie is growing, a lot. As you can see. David is... well, he's his usual self.
Millie Logan: She looks bigger.
Kit Logan: *in his baby swing, Kit stirs from sleep*
Alex Eames: Much bigger, and walking, working on running. *smiles* How's the new baby?
Ellie Eames: *hugs the doll and then holds the doll out to Isa, expecting Isabel to kiss the doll, too*
Isabel Logan: *laughs, pats the doll*
Millie Logan: Fat. *smirks*
Ellie Eames: *shakes her head, giggles* Nahhhh. *holds her hand to her mouth and then bounces*
Alex Eames: Fat? *smirks* Aren't you supposed to say something like cute?
Isabel Logan: *giggles again*
Millie Logan: It is cute. *goes over, picks him up out of the baby swing*
Alex Eames: Aw. *smiles*
Millie Logan: Say hi, mijito. *waves the baby's arm at Alex and Kit gives a bb!smile*
Ellie Eames: *babbles, pointing to her nose, telling Isabel*
Alex Eames: *huge smile at the baby* Hi, Kit.
Isabel Logan: *laughs* Ellie, you're silllllly.
Millie Logan: *Millie bounces the baby*
Kit Logan: *happy baby gurgle*
Millie Logan: He doesn't cry too much.
Alex Eames: Really? That's lucky. *smiles*
Ellie Eames: *baby!grin*
Millie Logan: *nods* He's a lot more relaxed than someone.
Isabel Logan: *loud, cheesy laugh as she picks up a doll to play with, so her and Ellie's dolls can interact*
Alex Eames: *looks to Isa* Now you have one of each. *smirks*
Ellie Eames: *loud squeal*
Millie Logan: *laughs* Yeah, we do.
Millie Logan: Oh--do you guys want some hot chocolate?
Alex Eames: This is a good thing. *covering her ear, slightly*
Alex Eames: I would love some hot chocolate.
Millie Logan: You wanna hold him a minute?
Alex Eames: Sure. *holds out her arms*
Ellie Eames: *swinging the doll*
Millie Logan: *Millie hands over Kit*
Isabel Logan: Be nice to the dolly, Ellie.
Alex Eames: *carefully takes Kit and smiles at him, stroking his little cheek*
Kit Logan: *babygurgle, kicks his feet a little*
Ellie Eames: *she's not swinging the doll hard, she can't*
Isabel Logan: *pets her doll's head* They can have hot chocklit. You want hot chocklit?
Ellie Eames: *copies the way Isabel pets the doll* Oooooh. *strokes the doll like she would Max*
Alex Eames: Hello. *to Kit*
Kit Logan: *stares at Alex, all cutely*
Ellie Eames: *looks at Alex with the "other doll" and copies her*
Ellie Eames: Yo-yo-yo-yo.
Isabel Logan: *sits her doll on the couch* They will have hot chocklit and cookies with us.
Alex Eames: *smiles down at him, keeping one eye on Ellie and amused at the way she's copying her*
Ellie Eames: *points to Alex and then at Isabel's doll*
Ellie Eames: *babbles at Isabel, curious!face*
Isabel Logan: That's Kitten. He's a baby. He can't have hot chocklit or cookies. *shakes her head*
Ellie Eames: Nahhhhh. *holding the doll, she watches Alex with Kit*
Isabel Logan: Yeah he CANT.
Ellie Eames: Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah! *baby!giggle*
Isabel Logan: *makes a face*
Ellie Eames: *toddles over to Alex and looks up at the baby, then she holds up the doll in her hand* Nah-nah-nah.
Alex Eames: *smirks at Ellie* Baby, this is baby-Kit. Not 'nah'
Isabel Logan: Yeahm he's Kitten.
Millie Logan: *Millie's getting the hot chocolate*
Ellie Eames: Keeeeeeee. *points to him*
Alex Eames: *laughs* Close. You're gonna get a cookie, I think.
Isabel Logan: *giggles*
Ellie Eames: Nee-nee? *looks around*
Millie Logan: *Millie comes back with mugs of chocolate for herself and Alex, plus cups with tops and straws for Ellie and Isa (less hot, haha)*
Ellie Eames: *shakes her head at Millie*
Millie Logan: *Millie sets down the grown up mugs and Isa runs and takes her cup*
Millie Logan: Can you give Ellie her cup?
Isabel Logan: Yes I can.
Isabel Logan: *takes Ellie's cup and delivers it to Ellie*
Ellie Eames: *drops the doll and then takes the sippy cup*
Isabel Logan: Mami, we can have marshmallows?
Millie Logan: Not this time - you get cookies.
Isabel Logan: Oookayyyyy. *grin*
Alex Eames: Thank you. *smiles* For both of us.
Millie Logan: *adds, just in case* Theirs is more w-a-r-m than h-o-t.
Alex Eames: *nods with a smile* I figured. Mother of two, you know what you're doing.
Millie Logan: *smirk*
Alex Eames: *smirks back* You want this one back? Who, by the way, is a star. *smiles down at baby!Kit*
Ellie Eames: *sipping her drink, using both hands to hold the cup up to her face*
Millie Logan: *laughs* Let me just go get the snacks.
Alex Eames: *nods, turns to baby!Kit* I don't think the snacks are for you, though, buddy
Kit Logan: *gurgle*
Isabel Logan: *sipping her own drink with one hand*
Alex Eames: *grins*
Ellie Eames: *spilling it all down her front*
Millie Logan: *Millie comes back out with a plate of cookies and a bowl of Chex mix*
Ellie Eames: *toddles to Alex and holds up her cup*
Isabel Logan: Cookies! *yoinks one*
Alex Eames: Hold on, Ellie. Be careful.
Ellie Eames: *fusses*
Alex Eames: Don't you want a cookie?
Isabel Logan: *holds one out* Have a cookie, Ellie!
Ellie Eames: *takes the cookie and studies it, dropping her cup*
Alex Eames: *shakes her head*
Isabel Logan: *chomps cookie*
Ellie Eames: *takes a bite and then holds out the cookie to Alex*
Alex Eames: You eat it. It's yours
Millie Logan: *Millie takes Kit from Alex*
Alex Eames: *smiles*
Ellie Eames: *points to the baby as he gets passed and then toddles to Alex and tries to climb up on her knee*
Alex Eames: I guess I don't get my hot chocolate then?
Millie Logan: *laughs*
Alex Eames: What you laughing at? You've got two. *smirks, teasing*
Millie Logan: *hands her hers*
Alex Eames: Thanks. *takes it* I really need it. *but she lets Ellie sit with her, grabbing Ellie's cup from near her feet and hands it back to her* *to Isabel* Is yours good?
Isabel Logan: Yeah, it's yummy. *grabs a handful of Chex mix*
Alex Eames: Good. *smiles* What have you been upto lately?
Millie Logan: Changing diapers.
Alex Eames: Oh, I know that's fun. *smirks* *back to Isabel* And what have you been up to?
Isabel Logan: I go to school.
Alex Eames: Fun?
Alex Eames: *grin*
Isabel Logan: Yeah, it is. I play. And I read. And Aidan is there, too.
Alex Eames: Do you boss Aidan around?
Alex Eames: *chuckles*
Isabel Logan: *nods*
Alex Eames: I thought you might. You have to boss boys around, Isabel. *cheeky smirk, little wink that only she can see*
Isabel Logan: Yeah, I *do*
Alex Eames: *chuckles* Speaking of books, Ellie got you a present.
Isabel Logan: Meeee?
Alex Eames: Yeah, you. *smiles* Ellie, you want to give her the gif *pulls it out her bag, it's wrapped up with a bow on it and hands it to Ellie once she's lowered her back to the ground*
Ellie Eames: *holds the gift*
Alex Eames: You have to hand it to her, Ellie. *gestures to Isa*
Isabel Logan: Oooh.
Ellie Eames: *toddles around*
Alex Eames: Hey, Ellie. Give the present to Isabel. Isabel? *points to Isa*
Ellie Eames: *toddles to Isabel and stands there*
Isabel Logan: *holds her hands out*
Ellie Eames: *looks confused*
Isabel Logan: *takes the present, unwraps*
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0803730470
Ellie Eames: *tries to help her unwrap it*
Isabel Logan: Oooh, a book! *excited*
Ellie Eames: Heeee!
Alex Eames: It's from David as well as me and Ellie. *smiles*
Isabel Logan: *all happy*
Millie Logan: What do you say?
Isabel Logan: Thaaank youuuu.
Alex Eames: You're welcome. *smiles*
Ellie Eames: *toddles back to the bag* Hehehehe
Alex Eames: *takes out the other gift and hands it to Millie before Ellie gets hold of it*
Millie Logan: *surprised, takes it*
Alex Eames: It's just something for the baby. *smiles* David wanted to get something from Knight Rider...
Alex Eames: *eyeroll*
Millie Logan: *laughs* Thanks. *opens it up*
Isabel Logan: *is chewing a cookie and trying to reading to Ellie*
Alex Eames: *a 'boy' outfit -- with little jeans, a top and a hat*
Millie Logan: Aw, that's so cute.
Isabel Logan: *sounding out words*
Ellie Eames: *listening, goes to pet the book*
Isabel Logan: Hee.
Alex Eames: You're welcome *smiles*
Ellie Eames: *babbles like she's reading*
Kit Logan: *kicks*
Ellie Eames: *sees the plate of cookies and goes to it*
Isabel Logan: *runs over to Alex to hug her*
Alex Eames: Hiii. *hugs her back*
Isabel Logan: Thank you, AnnieAlex. *all sweet*
Alex Eames: *still hugging her* You're very welcome.
Isabel Logan: *grins*
Alex Eames: *huge smile*
Isabel Logan: I can read it, AnnieAlex.
Alex Eames: You can. You can read it to me?
Isabel Logan: Yes I can. *goes to get it*
Alex Eames: *grins* Good
Millie Logan: You okay over there, Ellie?
Ellie Eames: *standing at the table, looking around, looks over at Millie and rubs her ears*
Millie Logan: *smiles at her*
Ellie Eames: *scratching at the back of her ear*
Isabel Logan: *reads to Alex*
Millie Logan: *she's getting better at it*
Millie Logan: *more actual word reading and less making up parts*
Ellie Eames: *goes over to Millie -- scratch, scratch, scratch -- and points up at the baby*
Alex Eames: *smiling at Isa, listening*
Alex Eames: *helping if she gets stuck*
Millie Logan: You wanna see the baby?
Ellie Eames: Bee-bee. *points*
Millie Logan: Yeah, that's right. *pats Kit's hair*
Ellie Eames: *looks at Kit* Oooooh. *goes to poke him*
Millie Logan: Careful.
Ellie Eames: Heeeeee. *pets him like she does Max*
Ellie Eames: Ahhhh, awww, daggie.
Millie Logan: *laughs* He's not a dog.
Ellie Eames: *baby!giggle*
Isabel Logan: *keeps reading to Alex*
Alex Eames: *listening and helping her when needed*
Ellie Eames: *pets Kit, and then looks up at Millie, back to scratching her ear*
Millie Logan: You okay?
Ellie Eames: *scratch, scratch, scratch, then she whinges*
Millie Logan: You tired?
Alex Eames: *looks over*
Ellie Eames: *scratching, starts to cry*
Millie Logan: What's wrong, Ellie?
Alex Eames: Oh boy. Stop scratching, you'll make it worse.
Alex Eames: *to Millie* She has eczema. *to Ellie* You want to come here? *holds out her hand*
Millie Logan: Oh, poor baby.
Alex Eames: *nods* If only she understood to not scratch at it. *sad smile* Ellie, I'll make it better. *still holding out her hand*
Ellie Eames: *toddles over, crying loudly*
Ellie Eames: *looks at Isa and then back at Millie*
Alex Eames: *takes her hand and looks at her ear*
Isabel Logan: *wide eyes* Ellie is sick?
Alex Eames: No, she has bad skin- it itches and gets sore. It makes her cry. *putting cream on the back of her ear*
Isabel Logan: *makes a sadface*
Alex Eames: Yeah, it isn't nice. *also wearing a sadface*
Isabel Logan: *moves so Ellie can get closer to Alex, scoots over to Millie*
Alex Eames: *picks Ellie up and hugs her* I get the feeling the biggest thing I'll ever be saying to her is "stop scratching." *to Millie*
Millie Logan: *sympathetic face*
Ellie Eames: *crying, sucking her fingers and resting her head on Alex's shoulder*
Isabel Logan: You wanna cookie, Ellie?
Alex Eames: *smiles* Look, Ellie, Isa wants to know if you want a cookie?
Ellie Eames: *after a moment of more tears, she finally calms down to sniffles and looks at Isabel*
Isabel Logan: *holds out a cookie*
Ellie Eames: *sniffles and takes the offered cookie*
Isabel Logan: It's good, Ellie. *smiles*
Alex Eames: Can you say thank you?
Ellie Eames: Yo-yo-yo.
Alex Eames: ...okay. That'll do. *smiles to Isabel*
Isabel Logan: *giggles* She say 'yo-yo-yo' a lot.
Alex Eames: She does, doesn't she? It's David's fault.
Isabel Logan: *giggles again*
Alex Eames: He teaches her all the crazy things. *laughs*
Isabel Logan: David is silly.
Alex Eames: You remembered that, huh?
Alex Eames: *smirks*
Isabel Logan: *giggles* Yeah.
Alex Eames: Yeah, well, he's still silly.
Isabel Logan: *grin*
Alex Eames: *grins, too*
Alex Eames: I do believe your daddy is still silly, too.
Ellie Eames: Dada!
Isabel Logan: *laughs* My daddy's silly.
Ellie Eames: Mama
Ellie Eames: *then* Bee-bee. *points to Millie*
Millie Logan: *laughs* That's right, Ellie.
Ellie Eames: *still got red eyes from crying, huge smile* Bee-bee.
Millie Logan: Good job.
Alex Eames: Have you met the baby? *smiling*
Ellie Eames: Heeee. *grin*
Ellie Eames: *claps*
Millie Logan: *waves Kit's arm at her again*
Ellie Eames: *waves back* Wayy, wayyy, wayy
Isabel Logan: Wave, wave, wave! *does it, too*
Ellie Eames: *smiling* Wayy, wayyy, wayyy
Isabel Logan: *leans against Millie* Mami, she waves a lot.
Alex Eames: *chuckles, kisses Ellie's head*
Millie Logan: She does. You used to say your name a lot.
Isabel Logan: I did?
Millie Logan: You sure did. "Sah" this and "Sah" that.
Alex Eames: Yep, you did.
Isabel Logan: *giggles* My name is Isabel.
Millie Logan: You goofy girl.
Isabel Logan: I'm not goofy.
Millie Logan: *snort*
Alex Eames: No, see, goofy is a good thing, Isabel. *grin*
Isabel Logan: Yeah it is?
Ellie Eames: *points to Isabel* Bee-bee?
Alex Eames: It really is. *chuckles*
Isabel Logan: I'm a BIG girl *to Ellie*
Millie Logan: *and then to Alex* I'm going swimming with my daddy later.
Alex Eames: Are you? *smiling* You look after him, make sure he stays afloat.
Isabel Logan: *nods* I'ma good swimmer. And we go to the pool inside.
Alex Eames: You don't like the outside one?
Isabel Logan: Yeahhhh, but it's cold outside, AnnieAlex. *like, srsly?*
Alex Eames: *makes this sound like 'pfffft, doesn't bother me'*
Alex Eames: I don't mind.
Alex Eames: The water is still warm enough.
Isabel Logan: You're silly, AnnieAlex.
Alex Eames: *goofy grin* Maybe.
Isabel Logan: *giggles*
Ellie Eames: *loud baby!laugh*
*Baby Kit fusses a little, Millie bounces him*
Ellie Eames: *looks over at Kit with wide eyes*
Kit Logan: *fussy*
Ellie Eames: *looks up at Alex* Bee-bee? *looks at the other dolls and then back at Kit*
Alex Eames: Yeah, the baby is tired or hungry. He'll be okay.
Ellie Eames: *watching Millie with Kit with fascination*
Millie Logan: Diaper change time...*gets up with the baby*
Isabel Logan: Ewww.
Alex Eames: *holds her nose, looks at Isabel* This helps.
Alex Eames: *playing along*
Ellie Eames: *lowers herself away from Alex and moves to follow Millie*
Isabel Logan: *holds her nose* Yuckkkkky.
Millie Logan: You need your diaper changed too, Ellie?
Millie Logan: I could put a sign on the door - Millie's Changing Service...
Alex Eames: *laughs* No, I don't think she does. I think she's just really curious about the baby.
Ellie Eames: BEE-BEE! *squeals*
Millie Logan: *laughs, goes to change Kit, lets Ellie follow*
Alex Eames: *lets Ellie follow as well*
Ellie Eames: *eagerly follows*
Millie Logan: *goes into her bedroom to change Kit*
Ellie Eames: *follows, and looks around and then up at Millie and Kit*
Alex Eames: *to Isabel* I think we'll be safe out here.
Isabel Logan: Babies smell.
Millie Logan: You okay, Ellie?
Ellie Eames: *smiling, pointing to Kit* Beebee. Beebee. *giggle*
Alex Eames: They do, but the grow out of it.
Millie Logan: He is. *smiles at Ellie while she changes the diaper*
Isabel Logan: I pee in the toilet.
Alex Eames: Good girl. That's where you should... pee.
Isabel Logan: *nods* I go poop there, too.
Ellie Eames: *giggles, watching*
Alex Eames: *can't believe that, once again, she's discussing poop* Good. *grins*
Isabel Logan: *nods* Ima big girl, AnnieAlex.
Millie Logan: *Millie finishes, washes her hands off with a baby wipe, then re-dresses Kit*
Alex Eames: You are. You're practically a grown up.
Ellie Eames: *holds up her hand*
Isabel Logan: *nods* Aidan's bigger but he's a baby.
Alex Eames: Why is Aidan a baby?
Isabel Logan: *shrugs*
Alex Eames: Fair enough. *goes to tickle her*
Ellie Eames: *to Millie* Boo-boo. *holds up her hand, she wants a wipe*
Millie Logan: *Millie gives her one*
Isabel Logan: Eeeee!
Ellie Eames: Hehehehe. *takes it and holds it with both hands*
Alex Eames: *laughs*
Millie Logan: Good job.
Isabel Logan: *giggling*
Ellie Eames: *really concentrating on the wipe in her hands*
Alex Eames: *keeps tickling her then*
Isabel Logan: *gets kicky*
Ellie Eames: *proud grin at Millie and then quickly toddles out to show Alex*
Ellie Eames: Mama *interrupting the tickling*
Isabel Logan: *wriggling away*
Alex Eames: *laughs at Isabel, then turns to Ellie* Hello.
Ellie Eames: *hands her the wipe*
Alex Eames: Oh... thank you.
Ellie Eames: *huge grin*
Ellie Eames: *looks at Isabel*
Isabel Logan: Ellie, what you doin?
Ellie Eames: *looking exactly like Alex, she just looks innocent*
Isabel Logan: *grabs another cookie, gobbles*
Millie Logan: *Millie comes back with Kit*
Millie Logan: Easy on the cookies, Isabel.
Isabel Logan: *mouthful* I eat them!
Ellie Eames: *takes the wipe from Alex and then goes to wipe Alex's face*
Millie Logan: You're gonna spoil your dinner.
Isabel Logan: Na-uh. Daddy eats before dinner alla time.
Millie Logan: And Daddy is big.
Isabel Logan: *I* am big.
Alex Eames: *takes the wipe from Ellie and wipes her face, making her squirm and laugh*
Isabel Logan: I will be bigger than Daddy. I will be bigger than e'rybody!
Isabel Logan: *stands on the coffee table* I will be 50 feet tall an' eat buildings for dinner!
Alex Eames: *playing with Ellie* I think Isabel is gonna be a giant, Ellie.
Isabel Logan: I AM!
Alex Eames: Buildings for dinner? You don't think those are gonna be a bit too gritty in your teeth?
Isabel Logan: No!
Alex Eames: I think it may taste odd
Alex Eames: *smirks*
Isabel Logan: No it won't.
Alex Eames: *chuckles*
Alex Eames: If you say so, Isabel.
Ellie Eames: *goes to get a cookie*
Isabel Logan: *pokes Alex* I do say so.
Alex Eames: *pokes back, gently* You let me know how they taste.
Alex Eames: I think David's been feeling peckish lately, I'll let him eat some
Alex Eames: *smirks to Millie*
Isabel Logan: *giggles*
Millie Logan: *Millie sits down with Kit*
Ellie Eames: *takes a cookie and then goes to Millie* Bee-bee. *holds the cookie to Kit*
Millie Logan: He can't eat it, Ellie. He's too little.
Alex Eames: *shakes her head* You eat it, Ellie.
Ellie Eames: *looks at Alex, then at Millie, then at Kit* *frowns, breaks up the cookie in her hand and then toddles to the dolls, looking over at Isabel*
Isabel Logan: *hops over* Hi.
Ellie Eames: *babbles at her, then picks up a doll*
Isabel Logan: Dolls ag'in? *sighs*
Alex Eames: Oh dear.
Ellie Eames: *looks confused*
Isabel Logan: You wanna play trucks? *holds out a truck to Ellie*
Ellie Eames: *takes the truck and studies it*
Isabel Logan: Trucks. *zooms her own truck*
Ellie Eames: K'ssss *sits down with the truck, grabs hold of the doll by the arm and zooms the doll around with the truck*
Ellie Eames: Hee.
Alex Eames: *to Millie* Does he wake up often in the night?
Isabel Logan: Hee.
Alex Eames: *referring to Kit, of course*
Ellie Eames: *zoom, zoom*
Millie Logan: Not as bad as Isa did.
Alex Eames: I can imagine you're counting your blessings that he doesn't have colic like she did.
Millie Logan: I am.
Alex Eames: *smiles* Mike still able to keep his eyes open? *chuckles*
Millie Logan: *snort* Yeah.
Alex Eames: *smirks*
Isabel Logan: That baby cries. *looks over her shoulder as she zooms her truck*
Millie Logan: You cry.
Isabel Logan: Na-uh.
Alex Eames: All babies cry. *smiles*
Isabel Logan: *makes a face*
Alex Eames: They do. Does he wake you up, Isabel?
Isabel Logan: *nods*
Millie Logan: He does not.
Alex Eames: *chuckles* Surely, you're safe and sound in your own room?
Ellie Eames: Oooooh. *shakes the truck*
Millie Logan: Yeah the baby stays downstairs with us for now. Even though he has his own room upstairs.
Alex Eames: I thought he might. *smiles*
Millie Logan: *nods*
Alex Eames: Best to stay with you guys at that age.
Isabel Logan: *goes back to her truck*
Millie Logan: It's easier.
Alex Eames: Definitely. Especially since there are stairs involved.
Ellie Eames: *shake, shake, shake the truck*
Isabel Logan: *crashes her truck*
Ellie Eames: *wide eyes, shocked*
Isabel Logan: Wut?
Ellie Eames: *looking at the truck*
Isabel Logan: Yeah, I crash it. Boom.
Ellie Eames: Boo-boo?
Ellie Eames: *points to the truck*
Isabel Logan: *crashes her truck again* BOOM.
Ellie Eames: Eeeeee. *shocked* Boo-boo!
Isabel Logan: *smirks*
Ellie Eames: *puts her truck down and stares at it* Boooo
Isabel Logan: It's fun, Ellie.
Ellie Eames: *crawls to Isa and pokes her truck*
Isabel Logan: Yeah!
Ellie Eames: *pokes it again with a grin*
Isabel Logan: *giggles*
Ellie Eames: *squees* *babbles at her and points at the truck, like, look*
Isabel Logan: Yeah!
Ellie Eames: Booooooo!
Ellie Eames: *pats it*
Isabel Logan: *snicker* You silly.
Alex Eames: So, we've established that all of us are silly then. *smirks*
Millie Logan: Uh-huh.
Alex Eames: Guess it's too late to get professional help? *chuckles*
Millie Logan: Yep.
Alex Eames: D'oh. *quietly*
Millie Logan: *laughs*
Alex Eames: *smirky smile* You're screwed, too, you know.
Millie Logan: Not me.
Millie Logan: *eyeroll*
Alex Eames: *nods* Yes, you.
Alex Eames: You've got two now
Millie Logan: *nods* I do. *smirk*
Alex Eames: *smirks back* You're more screwed than me. I may have David as well... but then you also have Mike... *chuckles, teasing*
Millie Logan: ....yeahhh.
Alex Eames: I can babysit Isa and Kit if you ever need, I'm not babysitting Mike...
Millie Logan: *laughs* Thanks.
Alex Eames: You're welcome. *smirks*
Isabel Logan: *crawls up onto the couch*
Isabel Logan: *sighs*
Alex Eames: Are you okay, Isabel?
Isabel Logan: *nods, grabs a handful of Chex mix*
Alex Eames: *looks over at Ellie, who is still playing with the truck and the doll, in a world of her own*
Ellie Eames: *babbling to the truck*
Isabel Logan: *eats Chex mix*
Alex Eames: You're gonna get fat.
Alex Eames: *smirky*
Isabel Logan: Na-uh. You're fat.
Millie Logan: Isa!
Alex Eames: Ohhh, I'm not fat. I don't eat enough to be fat.
Isabel Logan: *sticks her tongue out*
Alex Eames: Be careful, it'll get stuck that way
Isabel Logan: Na-uh.
Alex Eames: It will
Alex Eames: The wind will change
Alex Eames: and BANG, tongue is stuck
Isabel Logan: You liiiie.
Alex Eames: I don't lie.
Alex Eames: Everyone knows that's what will happen when the wind changes
Isabel Logan: *frowns at her*
Alex Eames: Just don't stick your tongue out too much, so it doesn't get stuck.
Isabel Logan: I wooon't. *scowl*
Alex Eames: Right, well, we better get going. *stands up and goes over to Ellie*
Ellie Eames: *looks up from the toys*
Alex Eames: C'mon, time to go. *holds out her hands*
Ellie Eames: *takes her hand and keeps hold of the doll*
Millie Logan: *sighs* Isabel, you're making your guests go bye-bye with your dirty looks.
Isabel Logan: No, I'm not! *cranky*
Alex Eames: Sounds to me like she needs a bit of S-L-E-E-P. *to Millie*
Alex Eames: *to Ellie* No, Ellie, that's not your doll. *tries to get her to let it go*
Millie Logan: Yep.
Ellie Eames: Nahhhh. Bee-bee.
Isabel Logan: I know what that spells! It spells nap! *frowns*
Alex Eames: *chuckles*
Millie Logan: Sorry about that.
Alex Eames: *waves it off*
Ellie Eames: *ends up letting go of the doll when Alex picks her up*
Alex Eames: Ugh... you're covered in cookie crumbs
Isabel Logan: *sad* Bye-bye, Ellie.
Alex Eames: Don't be sad, sweetie. Ellie will come visit you again.
Isabel Logan: *nods* Or I visit you. An' we watch movies. An' David makes popcorn.
Alex Eames: That sounds good... maybe after we've moved? We could dedicate a whole night to it!
Isabel Logan: Yeah! You move?
Alex Eames: Yes... in January. Next month, after Christmas.
Isabel Logan: Where?
Alex Eames: It's not far from where we live now.
Isabel Logan: Ellie will still come play?
Alex Eames: Of course she will.
Isabel Logan: Good.
Alex Eames: *chuckles* Moving wouldn't keep her away. *smiles* See you guys later.
Alex Eames: *grabbing her bag*
Millie Logan: Thanks for coming by.
Isabel Logan: Bye! *waves*
Alex Eames: It's no problem. It was fun, really. Bye. *waves, too*
Ellie Eames: Wayyy, wayyy, wayyyy
Ellie Eames: *waving*
Isabel Logan: Wave, wave, Ellie!
Isabel Logan: *grin*
Ellie Eames: *laughing* Wayyy, wayyyy, wayyyy, wayyy, wayyy *on and on, on and on*
Alex Eames: *Alex heads for the door the whole time she's waving*
Isabel Logan: Byeeeee. You come back!
Alex Eames: We'll come back! Don't worry.
Alex Eames: *to Millie* See you later, look after yourself. *opening the door*
Millie Logan: You, too.