Our Doctor

Today I told Leslie we were going to see Doctor Bo, and for first time when I told her we were going to the doctor, she said:

"No Doc Bo, no Cheryl, no bamb-aid, no boo-boo, no hurts!"

So, it seems she's figured out the whole doctor thing.

Our Booty Kiss

Leslie fell out of her chair today. Here's what happened after:

"Mommy I pell down."
"I know you did."
"I pell down right dere." (points to her booty)
"I know, I'm sorry."
"Tiss it, Mommy!"
"You want me to kiss your booty?" (laughing)
"uh huh."
I kiss it. She thinks a minute, clearly realizing there's something to this because of my laughter.
"I tiss Mommy's booty," she decides.
"Okay." I stand up and turn around...she gets up and into position. Then she shrinks back.
"No, mommy. Sit back down."

I think she got it.

Happy Birthday to....

So every night since Collin's birthday in August, Leslie asks to sing Happy Birthday. She usually begins with Collin, but wants to sing to people who are on her mind. Tonight, we went to the Navy School send-off party. She jump on the inflatables for an hour straight -- and was drenched in sweat and exhausted! We had to leave before Blessed Union of Souls or Sister Hazel took the stage. Anyway, tonight, the first "person" she wanted to sing Happy Birthday to was the jumpies.

Oh...And Collin was there also tonight. When she saw him, she screamed, jumped up and down and yelled "Collin Collin Collin." SOOO cute! She also had a blast dancing to the opening band.