E – calls her my parents “Pop” and “Bibi.” She was talking on her toy phone yesterday and her mom asked her if she was speaking with Bibi or Pop.
E said, “Pop hung up,” then she said, “Bye Pop.”
We’re getting very concerned about E’s “boo boo” (her blanket). After 28 months of nonstop abuse, it is on its last legs and ready for blanket heaven. It has a huge hole in the middle, so E often wears it as a poncho.
E’s mom bought an Easter tablecloth. When E saw it, she remarked that the Easter Bunny was going to come to see her.
We visited the public library Friday, and E did very well. She got several books and seemed very pleased with herself.
C – on the other hand, was flexing her muscles – literally and figuratively – while we were there. She did fairly well as long as we were in the Kids’ Room, but she was very unhappy once we got into the general collection. She screamed, refused to be happy in her mother’s arms, and crawled around like a wild thing when we put her down on the floor. We beat a hasty retreat under the disapproving glares of some older patrons.
Afterward, we went to Home Depot and Wal-Mart, where the girls were much better. The trick – we’ve discovered – is to get two carts and put each girl in the basket. They enjoy sitting up high and looking around.