Night, Night, Elmo!

Thalia: Elmo! Elmo! Elmo! Elmo!

Laura: No, Thalia, we're not going to watch Elmo at four in the morning.

Thalia: Aaaaaughhhh! ELMOOOOOOO!!!...

For forty minutes Thalia screamed for Elmo, until, finally, Laura's patient rocking lulled her back to sleep....We are not fans of Elmo right now.

P.S. A week later, it's my turn to rock Thalia back to sleep at four in the morning. She was perfectly quiet yet perfectly awake, and I was afraid she wouldn't get back to sleep. Then she whispered "Elmo" to me. Oh, no! Not this again! 

She said "Elmo" a few more times before I realized that she wasn't saying his name at all. She was asking for milk: "a mil" – which is short for "I want milk" which sounds like "Elmo" somehow at four in the morning.

I jolted out of my stupor and got the babe some milk right away. Funny enough, the milk did the trick and she was asleep shortly after. 

I would apologize to Elmo for what happened the other morning, but since it wasn't my watch, I can't say whether or not Thalia was thirsting for more milk or for some more furry red Sesame Street fun...

The Multitasker

Laura's Post: 

In the two minutes it took me to serve up the pasta and pour milk, Thalia made a phone call, disconnected the iPad from the WiFi, and painted her face with Wite-Out. The child can multitask!

Daddy's Little Helper

Me: Can you put my sweater in the dirty clothes pile in the bathroom?
Thalia takes my sweater from my hand, walks past the bathroom, walks into the kitchen, and drops the sweater onto the kitchen floor. She returns to me with an accomplished smile.
Me: Thank you.
Thalia: Aaah. (Translation: No problem.)

Snow Angels