The Parent Formerly Known As Daddy

Doni frequently calls me Jer (rhymes with "hair") around the house. This last week Ava picked up on the fact that I must have three names: Dad, Daddy, and Jer. Guess which is her title of choice for me?

Just like Bart Simpson refuses to refer to his father by anything other than "Homer", Ava has started to exclusively call me Jer. However, when she says it, it always comes out sounding like "chair". The first time she did it to my face Doni had to translate for me because I couldn't figure out what she was talking about.

Since it sounds like "chair" instead of "Jer", she doesn't necessarily get my attention right away. We were driving home from Wal-Mart the other day when she started talking to herself (or so I thought). I was paying more attention to the road and the radio, so I didn't realize that she was calling for me. She kept getting louder with each try. "Chair... CH-air!.... CHAIR!" Finally I realized that she was talking to me and responded.

Other times purposefully ignore her when she calls me Jer. She'll call for me and I won't look at her. I'll tell her to, "Say Daddy." When she does, I'll respond. The lesson doesn't stick though, because the next time she wants me she'll go right back to calling out "Chair!"

At the dinner table the other night she kept calling me Jer. Doni and I would calmly tell her that I was "Daddy". She would kindly reply, "Jer". Eventually Doni and I happened to correct her at the same, saying, "It's Daddy." Apparently this synchronization was a little too much for her because her smile turned into a big, pouty, bottom lip and she started to cry.

Jer it is.

Hot or Not?

The other morning we had our first frost of the year. After letting Sassy outside to relieve herself, I called Ava over to the window to check out the grass. When she came to the window, though, she wasn't interested in the grass.

She asked, "where's Sassy?"

I pointed in her direction towards the corner of the house.

Ava said, "Sassy's hot!"

Thinking that I was going to have to reiterate to Ava the differences between hot and cold, I took a closer look at Sassy. She was pooping and steam was wafting into the air over her bowel movement. Once again, I had been proven wrong my by 2 1/2 year old daughter. It takes a hot dog to make a hot turd.

Working on her T's

One of Ava's favorite words lately has been "stuck". The only problem with this is that she doesn't enunciate her T's. Thus, "stuck" always comes out "suck". This leads to a lot of funny moments. 

Tonight she was laying on her favorite blanket and we realized it was time for bed. We told her it was time to go "Night night" and she stood up, trying to take her blanket with her. This didn't work so well because she was standing on top of her blanket. Of course, she had to make us aware of her predicament by proclaiming, "I suck!"

She's not afraid to spread the stuck around either. Every once in a while we'll find out that "Sassy suck." (Thank you Ava, but we already knew BAH-DUM CHA!) 

We'll be driving down the street and she'll see a neighbor struggling with something. "He suck!" (Ava, we don't even know him.)

She always gets the most worked up when she is the one that is stuck. At the ripe age of two years old, she hasn't learned much in the way of patience. She lets it all loose. She'll throw back her head and squint her eyes shut while screaming, "OH NO! I SUCK!"