Counting on hard times

I finally figured out why Evi often starts counting on the number 3.

Sierra, encountering a situation she's unhappy about: I don't WANT to...!

Evi: pee, pour, pive, picks, DAV-an, eight, nine, TEN!, LAV-an, palve, pir-teen, pour-teen... DAV-an!

It's always back to seven after fourteen--it's halarious. Maybe she's already dividing by two??

Today was Evi's 2nd birthday (!!!) We had a small party for her on the weekend when the Sutters were visiting us from Ithaca. Today we went out for ice cream and gave her a few more gifts. It was also Sierra's last day of preschool for the year and she was anxious to have her classmates sing to Evi, so I arrived a bit early before pickup and her whole class sang Happy Birthday.

On birthdays we take the girls down to the basement and measure them on a post down there where previous owners of the house have left the "growing" marks of their kids. Now we're adding ours in. Since the last time we measured (January--Sierra's b'day) both of the girls have grown several inches. It's crazy!

Evi's songs and dances

I have to just take a second to try to record some of the stuff Evi's doing now--it's crazy! The first song that she learned was Old MacDonald, or at least the E-I-E-I-O part. Now she can also sing Twinkle Twinkle with pretty much all the words and the tune, and she also sings Happy Birthday, and Skip to my Lou, Rock-a-bye baby, and some others that I'm not thinking of right now. This morning she counted to 11! I can hardly keep up with her, she's learning so much every day!

Call the plumber!

Sierra: "If you swallow this [small object] then you can just call the plumber. They'll stick a knife down your throat--not a sharp one!--and get it out and then.... good as new!"