sidown!

Audrey is now, at 18 months, very verbal and very assertive. She'll point to a nearby surface, even one that isn't quite big enough, and say "sidown!" She'll be quite adamant, and insist that you must "sidown" on that spot.

The other day she came up to me, hugged me, and said "Daddy, bye bye!" It was a bit early to go to work, so I said "Not yet, sweetie!". She wandered away, and came back carrying my shoes. "Sidown, Daddy! Sidown!" she said, pointing to the floor. I sat down, and she gave me my shoes. "Now, Daddy." I said no, it's too early, but she insisted, and kept trying to put my shoes on me. Once I had my shoes on, she was content to snuggle with me until it was time to leave.

Too smart...

Once again, Alexander proves he's too smart for his own good (or
ours). A couple of nights ago, he was using up his arsenal of bedtime
delay tactics, which resulted in the following:

Me (in response to question): That's not a question for after your bedtime

Alexander: Daddy, what is a question for after my bedtime?

Vacuum Monsters!

I've decided the writers of Doctor Who had a stable of four-year-olds around for inspiration. A recent snippet from Alexander's imagination (in his best robot monotone):

"Warning! Warning! You will be gone! You will be vacuumed up! Warning!"