An article; an an article

Ellis has graduated to saying mostly full words now instead of just the beginning of them (Do* is now Down). He also started this funny thing where he uses articles on EVERYTHING. For example, we got him a water shirt that has Buzz on it and when he saw it, he grabbed it and jabbed poor Buzz over and over again saying, "A Buzz, A, A, A Buzz". It is sort of like a one year old rapping!

He is completely ridiculously into his shoes right now. He wears shoes all the time even if we are not going outside. I had to get him another pair of crocs because he outgrew the 4,5. I wanted to get him another type of shoe but he screamed at the store unless it was a croc. Really? Oh and he says crocs too. "A shoe, A, A, A Shoe."

Ellis' First Sentence!

Ellis has been talking NONE STOP! And more and more of it has become words. And not even just words here or there, but two or more strung together! The funniest thing is that everything has an article. Mater went from Mamee to A Mamee and Duck went from Duck Duck to A Duck Duck. It really cracks me up.

And tonight he said his first sentence! Matt and Clara were in the garage sneaking freeze pops but I think he heard them talking about it. He runs to the garage door yelling DOOR DOOR DOOR and when he gets there he stopped, pointed at it and declared, "Go to this door!". It was clear as day!

Bye Bye Be Bo

Ellis got some new jammies and they are a bit big on him. He really has been wearing an undershirt to bed every night until we got these new jammies even if he was just wearing a onesie and that is it. Last night, he was playing up in his bed before he fell asleep and he talked about his be bo for about ten minutes. Be bo this and be bo that. Tonight, he said out of no where while he was trying to fall asleep in his crib, "All gone be bo!". I can just imagine him up there feeling around for it and not finding it and declaring it all gone!

Sitting inside growing eyebrows

I am one for saving a buck. As I have grown into an adult (and I almost laugh outloud calling myself that), I have learned that there are places where it makes sense to skimp and save and others where it just does not. For example, with coupons. A coupon only makes sense if it is on something you normally buy. You are not saving any money buying that new choco chum candy bar that you would have never eaten without that stinkin' coupon.

I get my eyebrows waxed every now and then. I should do it on a schedule so they are pretty much stabilized into the place that I want them to be, or not be. I got this brilliant idea to get my own waxing kit and just maintain the arch that the lady made for by myself. Well that was NOT the smartest thing that I did today. The left side came out fine. And I was excited to see the pieces of hair ripped out of my head and into the wax. I think I got a little overzealous with my wax and accidentally ripped of a major part of my right eyebrow. It looks weird. I am telling myself that it looks like a scar. You know, people do get scars on their eyebrows and do not grow hair there and it is a perfectly normal thing. I need to come up with a story like I got hit in the head with a machete while I was saving an elderly woman from being robbed. Too much? Maybe.

So now I am sitting inside sulking, growing eyebrows as fast as I can and wondering what I am going to tell my friends tomorrow.

Maybe the lesson is simple: Don't wax your own eyebrows!

It's an L, It's a F, It's a T

One unknown advantage of the location of our house is that we can spot all the airplanes going into O'hare. It is not annoying at all because they are still pretty high. It has entertained a number of small children and men (what's the difference REALLY?) as they play or sit with a beer in our backyard. One friend even contemplated once that I could probably tell time to the planes coming in if I got to know their flight schedules.

Anyway, Ellis just started noticing these planes and gets very excited when one flies overhead. He points and ohs and ahs at them as they fly past from West to East. Tonight at dinner, Clara was sitting at the table with Matt and Ellis and she was staring at a plane and noted that there was an L, an F, and a T on it. Now sometimes I can tell what kind of plane it is. An American or United plane is not a hard thing to spot. But for her to see and be able to read those three specific letters on a plane all the way in the sky: impressive. I have learned over the years to actually believe her when she says something is true (unless it is something like her Kitty stuffed animal barfing in her bedroom, something which happens more than I would like to admit). So L, F, T to me means Lufthansa. I looked at their flight schedule because Matt noted the time and sure enough, there was a flight coming in from Orlando and it landed at 5:49. Within 10 minutes of Clara seeing the plane. It is flight LH 9417 if you care. Do I actually believe that she read those letters, sure! Why not? It is more likely than Kitty barfing in her bedroom!