Surfing the Inner N8

One of Laura Marie’s asthma medications makes her hyper for about 20 minutes.  So when we had to give it to her at 2:30 this morning, she expressed that hyperness by talking for about 20 minutes.  She sat on her Mommy’s lap and told us a long list of things God made: lions, animals, Christi and Mr. Josh, Nathan and Luke, her medicine, cows, horses, Mommy, Daddy, etc.

Her new nebulizer looks like a cow.  When she was doing her 2:30 a.m. monologue, I asked what she wanted to name her cow.  She said, “Horse.”  So she has a cow named Horse.

When she got up this morning, the first thing Laura Marie did was go into the living room and give her cow… Horse… a kiss on the head.

Carolyn just called from the beach, where she took Laura Marie to play this morning.  She handed the phone to Laura Marie and said, “Tell Daddy what you see.”  And I heard my sweet little two-year-old daughter’s voice saying, “Ha ha, man naked!  Ha ha, man naked!”

Carolyn said that every time a guy went by without a shirt on, Laura Marie pointed at him and said, “Ha ha, man naked!”

Yesterday morning at 6:15, Carolyn and I heard Laura Marie sneeze in her crib.

Then she said, “Bless you!”

Last night during our family prayer time, I asked Laura Marie what she wanted to say to Jesus.

She sang “YMCA.”

Carolyn and I are in for some trouble.

Yesterday our one-year-old daughter climbed up onto the couch, stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, smiled, and then spent about five minutes practicing her fake cry in the mirror.

I’m not really sure that one-year-olds should be doing that.  Maybe I should get a headstart now on reading up on raising a teenage daughter.

By the way, her little friend Eli has been trying to warn me about her: Every time he hears her name, he says, “Uh oh!”