What does a lion say?

Lily's vocabulary grows everyday.  She's now thankfully learned "egg" so she's stopped having "babies" for breakfast.  In fact, she's got quite a few food names down.

She's nice enough now on the phone to count for me.  All the way to ten and usually with all the numbers.  There really aren't any guarantees, though, that seven, eight and nine will be in order.  She also sings the first four letters of the alphabet song over and over. 

All of these things are great, but the funniest words she knows are animal sounds.  She's got meow, but her quack sounds like it came from a rabid duck.  It is funny though.  In our most recent conversation, her mom prompted her to show off.  Lily likes showing off.  It just never goes quite as her mommy planned.

"Lily, what does a cow say?"

"Moo.  Mooooo."

"Very good.  What does a lion say?"

"Uh-oh."

Lions of the world take notice:  You no longer roar; you say, "Uh-oh."

Babies for Breakfast

My niece Lily has taken to calling many little things she likes babies.  She’s very good to all her little babies, so it’s not so bad.  She hugs them and kisses them and is overall very gentle.  Nice, right?

Here’s the catch.  Eggs are also her babies.  Straight from the fridge, she carries them and loves them until her mom takes them away.  The bad part:  Her mom takes them away to scramble and then feed to her. 

So, Lily is eating her babies for breakfast.  Anyone else sensing therapy in forty years? 

I think it’s time for Lily to learn some more words.

Lily learns to say “No!”

I have a very cute, sometimes snarky little niece.  She’s reached her terrible twos in full force, but she’s still adorable.  Since she lives pretty far away from me, I only get to talk to her over the phone.  We’ve had some very interesting conversations about Elmo and sometimes ducks and cows.  She’s good at making animal noises. 

Recently she’s been learning to count.  I’ve heard her do it in the background while talking to my sister.  She’s got one, two, and three down, but after that it’s a race to get to seven and she’s not afraid to leave out anything in between.

So, being the good aunt that I am, I try to get her to count for me over the phone.  The conversation went something like this…

“Can you count, Lily?  One…Two…Three…”

“Elmo.”

“Lily, can you count?  One..Two…”

“No!”

“Lily, count.  One…Two…”

“No.  Sshhh.”

Needless to say, it was very funny.  Watch out, World, Lily has learned to say, “No!”