Talking

If we ever get advanced enough to add video, I may enhance this post. Serena talking is a lot of fun. Her repertoire thus far includes:

Mama and Dadda - though the current favorite is the Da sound
Bah bah - complete with waving
Whazz-at? (accompanied by pointing)
Whazz-is? (accompanied by grabbing)
Ish-ah - this is clearly "Bishop," which he may even figure out soon.
Uh-ew - this one requires a lot of concentration and still the second syllable is a little off, but it's my favorite... not too mention useful with all the falling she does
ow! - often accompanied by self-inflicted pain to give a reason for the exclamation

All the rest of the things she says we have, as yet, failed to translate successfully. She's been patient, though.

Home Alone

Well, Joshua and Serena are in Texas visiting his family and I finishing up day 3 of 5 days home alone. There are some nice things about it, I'll admit.

1. I can eat (or not eat) what I want when I want and I don't have to pick up bits of food off the ground after the meal.

2. I can go shoe shopping in between the office and an evening meeting without anyone wondering where I am.

3. I can work on my day off tomorrow and not feel bad about missing out on any time with my daughter.

4. My magazines are still sitting where I left them on the coffeetable.

5. I can hop in and out of the car without wrestling a sweaty, squirmy body into or out of a carseat.

6. I get the whole bed to myself and no little baby voice wakes me up before the alarm in the morning.

Of course, there's a negative side to this solitary existence as well.

1. It's hardly worth cooking for one person, and, evidently, sometimes the Wendy's is out of potatoes.

2. It's hard to figure out which size shoes to get Serena when I can't hold them up to her little foot.

3. I can work on my day off tomorrow... and am going to.

4. My dirty dishes are also still sitting where I left them in the sink, and I don't think Joshua's going to do them.

5. I keep walking around to other side of the car first anyway, and no one's smiling or waving through the window.

6. I make Bishop sleep in the bed with me so the creaky house sounds don't freak me out, so I don't really have the bed all to myself. And I'd rather have a little baby voice wake me up, even there's no snooze button.

So the final assessment is that I miss my two favorite people. How could I not?