Ya-ya and Chiquita stories

Wow, I need to keep up with this thread - very funny!

:-D

Getting out ouf the car last night, Yaya says, "I have something in my mouth."

Concerned, I tell her to open her mouth and I sweep with my finger. Nothing. Then I tell her to spit it into my hand. Nothing.

"I don't think you really had anything in your mouth, Yaya."

"I have a tongue in my mouth!"

<sigh>

Hehehehehehee!!

DrewDad--

Three, four years down the road, you're going to loooove Puns and Riddles.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To get away from the Riddle-Mad Child.

More driving adventures.

Yaya seemingly randomly asks, "Are you down, Daddy?"

It took me a couple of times to understand that yes, she was asking me if I were down.

"Yes, Yaya, I'm down."

"Are you down, Daddy?"

"Yes, Yaya."

"Are you down, Daddy?"

"Yes Yaya, Daddy's down."

"Are you down, Daddy?"

You can almost see the little neural pathways building, but my it can be irritating. So I started playing with it.

"Yes, sweetie, I'm down. Are you down, Yaya?"

"Are you down, Daddy?"

"Yes. In fact, I'm down doobie-doo down down."

"Are you doobie down, Daddy?"

This repeats several times. I begin to think I've made a mistake. She's worn me down, and I'm just replying as simply as possible now.

"Are you doobie down down, Daddy?"

"Yes, Yaya."

Then the switch-up.

"Are you doobie down down, Mama?"

"Yes, sweetie." Mama replies.

"Are you doobie down down, Keetah?"

No reply from Arabella.

Around it goes again, until we mercifully arrive at home.

Ha, just got finished writing how repetition jags can be irritating...

Cute, tho!!

We keep a step-ladder (three steps, maybe 2 1/2 feet high) next to the bed so that Yaya has a way up and down. But the other day I'm shaving, and I see it start to scoot out of view.

Curious, I follow, and it's now on its side, slowly making its way out the bedroom door.

Yaya's pulling it of course, and quite determinedly. Off it goes, out the door, around the corner, through the kitchen, to the front room. Once Yaya stops, looks back and up into the playroom, then continues tugging the ladder.

Eventually she gets it to the front room, stands it up, and climbs up to retrieve her helium balloon that had floated to the ceiling!

Industrious!

Yeah, Boomer's thread is what triggered this memory.

T once got a concussion in a car accident. Pretty severe (well, diagnosed as "moderate"), caused difficulty controlling her emotions, attention problems, some language was difficult to retrieve. (She knew what she wanted to say, could picture the thing in her head, but just couldn't retrieve the word. It would just stick for minutes at a time until she'd be able to say "hammer," for example.)

It took her a couple of years to get mostly over the symptoms, with the help of cognitive therapy.

But for about 18 months, she would repeat words... endlessly. She claimed it was very soothing; the therapists said it was her brain trying to route around the bruised areas. But have you ever had someone repeat "Mickey Mouse" or "Wysiwyg" (pronounced whizzee-wig) for hours? It's maddening; made bearable only by the fact that she must have it worse....

At least she followed our instructions to stay off the bookshelves....

Industrious and independent.

Life will become even more interesting in your house.

Reminds me of the Chinese curse, "may you live in interesting times."

Exactly.

The brighter the child, the more interesting the times.

Oh, thats cool, with the ladder and the balloon. I can just imagine the frustration at the balloon up there, and then the thought bubbling up, I could go get it - and then the determination.

Heh.

Eating dinner, Yaya leans over and tries to hug a (sleeping) Chiquita. Mama is not happy, as she'd just gotten her set down and was able to use two hands.

"Yaya, you woke up Chiquita!"

"Dammit!" replies Yaya. "Dammit! Dammit!"

oops

She was quite cheerful. "Dammit!" she cheerfully exclaimed. "Dammit! Dammit!"

And did I mention that I'm no longer allowed to call other drivers idiots?