I'm only posting to let you know that I live. In the way that CHUD lives. Only not underground.
First of all, it is ridiculous that the subject line limits the number of characters you can type. I feel stifled. I was feeling very... wordy. I shake my fist in the air and yell KHAAAAAAN!!!!! at you, subject line!
That is not the purpose of this post.
Also, this is not a livejournal entry.
I have children. You might know this about me. One of my kids, we shall call her "Peaches," mostly because that *is* what I call her, though that is not what it says on her birth certificate. And yes, I do get flack for calling her that because some say that I might be raising her for a career as a stripper. I am not.
Anyhow, Peaches is going to be 2 this month. She's a petite thing with a head full of curls that dangle and bounce down her back. She doesn't walk so much as she struts, and she is very... boisterous. She likes to make full use of her voice and her ever expanding vocabulary. One of the most wonderful things about toddlers is the way they learn about seventy-five frillion new words a day. I think she learns about twice that. For the last week, Peaches favorite word has been "chicken." She uses it appropriately, during dinner and when reading a book about barnyard animals. (Secretly I wonder if she's made the morbid connection.)
Well, today things changed. She used it in an unfamiliar context.
We were out in the parking lot of the market and a car alarm went off. Peaches yelled, HOWLED, "CHICKEN!!!" "Okaaaaay," I thought. We got in the car and drove toward our house. We heard a car horn honk loudly nearby. Again, Peaches yelled, "CHICKEN!!!" I tried an experiment and honked the horn on my car. "CHICKEN!!!"
I laughed my fool head off. It was the most random and quirky things I've ever witnessed. I may not have given birth to her, but there is just no denying it... this strange little girl is definitely my daughter.
That is not the purpose of this post.
Also, this is not a livejournal entry.
I have children. You might know this about me. One of my kids, we shall call her "Peaches," mostly because that *is* what I call her, though that is not what it says on her birth certificate. And yes, I do get flack for calling her that because some say that I might be raising her for a career as a stripper. I am not.
Anyhow, Peaches is going to be 2 this month. She's a petite thing with a head full of curls that dangle and bounce down her back. She doesn't walk so much as she struts, and she is very... boisterous. She likes to make full use of her voice and her ever expanding vocabulary. One of the most wonderful things about toddlers is the way they learn about seventy-five frillion new words a day. I think she learns about twice that. For the last week, Peaches favorite word has been "chicken." She uses it appropriately, during dinner and when reading a book about barnyard animals. (Secretly I wonder if she's made the morbid connection.)
Well, today things changed. She used it in an unfamiliar context.
We were out in the parking lot of the market and a car alarm went off. Peaches yelled, HOWLED, "CHICKEN!!!" "Okaaaaay," I thought. We got in the car and drove toward our house. We heard a car horn honk loudly nearby. Again, Peaches yelled, "CHICKEN!!!" I tried an experiment and honked the horn on my car. "CHICKEN!!!"
I laughed my fool head off. It was the most random and quirky things I've ever witnessed. I may not have given birth to her, but there is just no denying it... this strange little girl is definitely my daughter.