Ringo...Bingo...

Here's an example of how I start my day...Camryn had just gotten up and was in the bathroom going potty. I was sitting on the floor in front of her and she noticed that my hair was not parted where it usually is. As she began to sweep sections of my hair into going the right direction, she said "Camryn get off the potty and fix Mommy's hair. It's a wreck." And my day begins...

After getting her dressed and myself kind of minimally put together (I had on jeans and a sweatshirt), I said to her "OK. Let's go!" She said "No. Mommy still has her pajama shirt on." I had to explain to her that it was not my pajama shirt, but a sweatshirt, and even though she sees me wearing it OVER my pajamas at night and in the morning sometimes, it is not my pajama shirt. I can't imagine how much I'm going to have to defend myself when she's two and a half...

After dinner tonight, we were on our way back home and G-Mama was in the back seat riding with Camryn. Camryn had wrapped her Minnie Mouse in a blanket and was rocking it and singing it lullabys. Then she decided that she wanted to rhyme. She went through several different rhyming sequences (go, no, blow, grow, so, toe, then on to soap, dope, mope, nope, etc.) then came out with "Ringo." G-Mama repeated it. Then Camryn said "Bingo." G-Mama repeated that. Then Camryn said "Flamingo." G-Mama said "OK. I'm impressed."