elenora seems to be bursting with two-word phrases. she is making all kinds of new combinations to fit the circumstances. this morning i came home and j. was sitting on the living room floor eating a breakfast bagel with ella swarming him saying "eat some" and "share more please" as he'd give her every three bites. it was so adorable.
she's answering everything with either "okay" or "yeah" now. which goes to show you how relaxed our language must be around here.
the best thing that ella is doing lately is that she likes to come from behind the living room chair and yell "PRISE!" and then she laughs so hard because she's just surprised a room of adults. i love this. love this. she gets to laughing at herself and us and thinks it's the best trick in her book.

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today i read her a book we hadn't read in weeks. when we got to the last page she flipped the back cover as she said "author!" and sure enough there was a photo of the author. i asked her "what is her name?" and ella said "heh."
the author's name was "helen." how did she remember that???
and yesterday while we were outside we saw a blue reflector that our landlord had put on a pole and stood in the ground to mark the edge of the yard during the snowy season. this one pole had gotten run over and was laying, mangled on the ground last week, but my dad had straightened it out and put it back in the ground. yesterday i asked ella, "who fixed the blue thing?" and she said "poppy."
she sings the "clean up" song now. and when i put her pjs on after her tub she'll say "hoka-poke" as an indication that i should sing the hokey pokey.
last night as i dressed her after her tub she lay on her back and pointed individually at the toes on one of her feet and said "one, two, three, four, five" all by herself without my suggesting she count. i was pretty impressed that she pointed and stopped after 5. she really understands that these words stand for specific numbers of things rather than just a sequence of words to repeat.
does life get better than having a 1-year-old? if the economy weren't so bad i think i would start thinking about having another one.
i ran an errand today that i've been putting off. i had to go get my bride's maid dress for a.'s wedding, and david's bridal is just too far away. but i packed ella into the car and took her just to get it over with. she was pretty good in the car on the way there. but for some reason she has taken to really disliking being in new buildings lately. as soon as we got inside the store she started saying "all done. home!" is this normal? then on the way home we ended up on the wrong road and it took us forever to get back. i had to sing through all her favorite songs and recite poems to keep her happy. this is not the way i usually make her spend her afternoon play time. usually i do errands while she sleeps and save her awake time for playing and learning.
anyhow, i have the dress.
i met with a real estate agent today. she's going to take us to a condo or two on saturday morning, and she said she'd send me listings that match our criteria as they come up. i called USAA to see what kind of a loan we would qualify for, and his quote was pretty impressive. way over the price of what we've been looking at. but he basically said that we need to have a 5% down payment, which means that until we can raise approx. $10k we're on hold. it could be a year or more before we've done that.
today has been far too much running around. i'm sort of wiped.
we ended up having the corned beef and cabbage last night for dinner (it was ready at dinner time and we'd been smelling it all day). it turned out really good. i just put the corned beef in a large pot on the stove with a bottle of hard cider (i didn't have any beer in the house, or i would have used that), some water, some minced garlic and a bay leaf and i boiled it for hours. at the end i added the potatoes, carrots, celery, onion, and then the cabbage at the very last. i just wished i'd made a bigger corned beef.
anyhow, tonight we're having chicken caesar salad wraps. which isn't irish at all.
oh, but j.'s picking up some beer. so here's to st. patrick (whoever he is).
here's an exchange j. and i just had: he's watching an old boxing match (this is the normal state of affairs) and he tells me that this fight was shown to the soldiers over in Iraq and i say "when?" and he says "2003." and i say "jeez, this has been a long war. we didn't even know each other back then." (pause.) "now we're stuck, and got a kid." (we both laugh and j. gives me a pam-and-jim-style high five.) "still at war," he says.