Gen's favorite things

What a language explosion we have had around here lately! Gen talks (a lot) and she has a few favorites topics that we discuss multiple times a day, every day. Here they are:

1. The fact that Daisy has a tail. Or any dog. Or animal. She's into tails. Then we follow with a discussion of whether Mommy or Genny or Daddy has a tail.
2. The fact that she (or anyone else) is wearing shoes.
3. The fact that Genny is funny. "I funny! I funny! I funny!"
4. Baby Shelby (her 6 week old cousin). We even drew pictures of her the other day.
5. The fact that Daisy has feet, eyes, ears, a collar, and fur.
6. The fact that Daddy is at work, and there are stairs at his work.
7. The fact that keys go in the car. This is good, since I have trouble keeping up with keys. Not the function of keys so much as the location.

Gen (almost) says happy birthday

Happy Birthday Nana!

Genny's happy

(Yesterday as we headed home from the pool, this was our little conversation)

Mommy!
Yes, love?
Happy! Happy, happy, happy, happy. Daisy happy!
Yes, Daisy is happy.
Mommy happy?
Yes, Mommy is happy too.
Daddy happy?
Yes, Daddy is happy. Is Genny happy?
Yes. Happy, happy, happy, happy.

Gen plays Rock Band

Gen's princesses

Gen tells a story

Genevieve is cautious. But yesterday she decided she wanted to go down the water slide at the pool. Now, I had to go with her, but for the kid who took a month to go down the slide in her own backyard, this is a Big Deal. We managed to go down the slide 3 times, and she was quite proud of herself.

So after dinner.....

"Genevieve, go tell Daddy about going down the slide at the pool today."
"Daddy! Stairs. Whee!"

Yep, that about sums it up. Really captures the scope and the drama of the thing.

little girl hair woes

This morning, I injured myself doing Genevieve's hair. Lame, I know. I hold the little tiny rubber bands in my teeth while I get the hair all combed, and then use one hand to hold the hair, and then a combination of other hand/teeth to stretch out the rubber band to magically get it on the tiny ponytail. (oh, and all of this while Gen pretends to be a hurricane). Anyway, in the "holding rubber band with teeth while stretching it" stage I predictably popped myself in the lip with the rubber band. I think I'll live, but I have an impressive welp.

At a Sunday school party this weekend, Robert and our teacher were discussing the utter impossibility of fixing a little girl's hair, when suddenly Robert realized something that made him feel much better about not being able to do Gen's hair as well as he's like to:
"But Rich, you're a brain surgeon!"