#65 Trip to the Doctor

Taylor recently went through a traumatic experience. Her finger was shut and stuck in the door for about two minutes. Her finger looking mangled, I assumed it was broken, and so took her to the doctor's office. Through all of it Taylor screamed. Hysterically. Through the waiting room: screaming. Through the x-rays: more screaming. Through the doctor pushing and squeezing: hysterical screaming. Through the nurse bandaging up her finger: (you get the idea). She would pause for ten seconds at a time only to say "eet willy hotes" (it really hurts) and then resume her screaming. For more than an hour everyone in the doctor's office knew there was a child in pain (or at least fear). Needless to say, I was heart broken for her. As we began walking to the car her sobbing and screaming began to subside. As I opened the car door she gasped her last sob. As I buckled her in her car seat she grew still, looked at me and said in a sing song voice:

"Dat wuth fun."

And she has since asked to go to the doctor's office. Only Taylor. I love that girl.

(for those wondering, her finger was miraculously unbroken)

#64 Blind Leading the Blind

Every child has that word that they just can't say right. Our two year old has several. In fact, I would dare say it would be easier to count the words she can say correctly. But one which she cannot is lemonade. She calls it Memonade. Apparently this was bothering our six year old, because she felt it her duty to correct her.

Taylor: Can I have some Memonade?

Brecken: No, Taylor, that's not how you say it.

Taylor: (in a defiant tone) MmmmHmmm.

Brecken: No. Say Le

Taylor: Ye

Brecken: (ignoring this speech impediment) Say mmmm

Taylor: Mmmmm

Brecken: (really breaking it down sound for sound) say uh

Taylor: uh

Brecken: Lade.

Taylor: yade.

Brecken: (this time not ignoring the impediment) No. Llllllade. Le-mo-lade.

Apparently this is one of those words for both of our girls.