I just got a pair of socks made of bamboo that have separated toes. Eliza laughed so hard tears squeezed out. Once she could finally speak she said, "Mommy, that's silly! You have gloves on the feet!" then laughed more. I felt like the silly turkey from Blue Hat, Green Hat who kept putting clothes on the wrong body parts, but I don't care - the socks are cozy.
Nikita's vacation cat-sitter calls her "ol' scarf n' barf" after an unsavory trait she's had since kittenhood. A few times a week, when Eliza and I came downstairs in the morning, the first thing out of her mouth was,
"Oh, no! The cat barked! There's a big mess!!!"
Joy.
But a few weeks ago, Eliza started started pronouncing it "barf" instead of "bark." It's just not the same. :)
It had to happen sometime. Today, Eliza correctly pronounced "yogurt" - formerly known as "nickert." I've been thinking lately that in a way I'll miss her mispronunciations. At least we still have "soo-muh" (soy milk) and "sow" (salad). "Uhl-bar" (almond butter) has become "uhl-budder."
