My lexicon explodeth.

Today, I uttered not three... not four... not five... but six brand-new words (for me, anyway). They were...

"Couch"
"Birthday"
"Moose"
"Abby" (a friend of mine from church)
"Tickle"

and, most significant...

"NAOMI".

It came out more like "Know-me", but Mommy and Daddy knew exactly what I meant -- especially since I was pointing to myself at the time -- and went completely bonkers.

Hangin' with the 'rents.

Here I am having a meaningful conversation with Mommy...


... and trying to pound some sense into Daddy.

Why?

Here's the dialogue around our house lately:


Me: Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Mommy and Daddy (exasperated): Why WHAT?!??

(Brief pause)

Me: Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?... (repeat ad infinitum)