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I think the big monkey just made her first real joke!
“You know what would be funny, Mom?”
“What, love?”
“If there was a medicine called Scream Forte.”
[A note of explanation: the monkey sometimes gets a homeopathic remedy called Calms Forte to help at bedtime.  So Scream Forte WOULD be pretty funny . . .]

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We were enjoying a lovely dinner with some artistic entertainment (okay, Costco pizza and “So You Think You Can Dance”). Already excited about the prospect of Halloween candy after dinner, her eyes widened when I sat down with a tall glass of Honeycrisp apple cider (best.cider.EVER).
“Mama . . .” she began, her little face earnest. [...]

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The monkey is singing in the backseat while her brother watches.
“It’s easy to doooo . . . It’s not every dayyyyy . . . chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp . . . It’s easy to doooo . . . It’s not every dayyyyy . . . chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp [...]

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She was supposed to be asleep by the time “Family Guy” came on. Instead, fighting tooth and nail (as is her wont) to stay awake, she overheard our near-hysterical laughter and got scared.
“I didn’t like it when you laughed,” she said tearfully when I came into her room.
“It’s okay, sweetheart–we were just watching a [...]

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It is dark, nearly midnight, and we have successfully transferred a sleeping wee one to the middle-row carseat. The monkey is buckled into her throne in the back row — temporarily satiated with cheese & crackers and, long past her bedtime, on her way home to bed. After multiple admonitions to quiet down so as [...]

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Things that Ilze wants to plant in her garden:
1) waffles
2) snowflakes
3) carrots

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Inspired by this post, I thought I would share Ilze’s latest goofy behavior.
When we’ve told her something that she doesn’t like–when she’s been told “no”, for instance–she runs from the room saying “no . . . no . . . I can’t believe it!”
After she runs to her room for a bit, she calms down [...]

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She beckons me closer, her tone conspiratorial.
“I’m going to give you a question.”
She points across the kitchen, to the fridge.
“Those babies, right there? Make a 7.”

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We were driving around, running errands, and I told her “just one more stop, and then we can go home and see Grandpa!”
From the backseat: “Your grandpa, or my grandpa?”
“Oh, sweetie–your grandpa.  I don’t have a grandpa any more,” I responded.
“Ohhhh . . . dat’s no good,” she said.
Then, after another minute, “I have my [...]

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This morning Ilze went downstairs for a “pretend nap” shortly after breakfast.  After a few minutes, I could hear her grunting and groaning at the bottom of the stairs.  Finally she called up “I need you to help me, mama, wif dis chair!”
I found her on the bottom step, struggling to pull her rocking chair up [...]

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