I know this is a common theme in my posts (what are you going to do, stop reading? Wait, come back!), but the kids just crack us up with the things they say. They sound so grown up sometimes without even realizing it. I thought it was funny enough that Hayden throws “actually” into his stories regularly, but I was floored when Layla started doing it. “I walk down stairs.” “Oh, you want to walk?” “Actually, carry me.” She says actually quite a lot, actually. Funny.
When the babysitter was here while I was working and she couldn’t figure out how to get a DVD to work, Hayden would come into the office and tell me that Natalie was “having a hard time with the movie,” and I needed to come help. Or he’ll tell me he’s “having a hard time” buttoning his pants.
Layla has been sticking her fingers in her mouth and biting them a lot lately, so we think her last molars are coming through. Yesterday I gave her some pain medicine, and I put it in a little medicine cup like what Hayden gets his allergy medicine in every day. She was pretty excited at drinking out of it like she sees Haddy do every day, even though she didn’t like the taste. Well, I could have written the script myself this morning at breakfast. I gave Hayden his medicine and no sooner had I set it on the table than Layla is telling me, “My teeth hurt.” What a little rascal! (I am impressed, though, that her language is so far advanced that she says things like, “My teeth hurt,” “I’m thirsty,” “I’m hungry,” instead of directly saying what she wants [medicine, drink, food]. She makes the connection between those feelings and what they are associated with.)
Hayden’s also been calling Layla “Lay” a lot which I love. John and I (and many others, “actually”) call her “Lay” for short, and I think Hayden has really been enjoying using her little nickname lately.