Bom Chick-a-wah-wah

Claire has a new stuffed kitty cat she calls Peaches, her chick-a-wah-wah. I thought it was cute she made up this new animal-type.

This morning we were watching "Handy Manny" and Manny's neighbor, Mrs. Portillos, has a Chihuahua (I'm not sure it is spelled correctly, but you get what I mean).

Claire looks at me and says "She has a chick-a-wah-wah too."

The light finally comes on in my head (I know, it took longer for me than most). I'm not even going to explain to her that her new little friend is a cat, not a dog.

And I'm still going to call every little Taco-Bell-looking dog a "chick-a-wah-wah".

Italian Ellie

Even though John and I do not have any Italian in our heritage-family-tree-thingee, Ellie has some Italian in her. Her Italian-ness is evidenced by:

1. She talks with her hands. If I hold her hands, she stops talking. Try it; it's kind of fun!

2. She is passionate about EVERYTHING. She loves her food, her stuffed animals, and her sister. She is very passionate about these things in her life. I pray she continues to be passionate about her sister.

3. She loves d.r.a.m.a. LOVES it...with a passion (see item 2). With Claire, I'm not worried about the pre-teen years, but Ellie...oh yeah, I'm having nightmares about it already.

4. She loves "basketti" and "beatballs". I realize that is a stereotype, but I love to hear her say it. It makes me giggle.

I love my little Ell-Bell.

Multi-language children

Claire showed me the alphabet in sign language. I was blown away! She is extremely smart. I don't know who I feel more sorry for....myself, her teachers, her friends, or future boyfriends.