We have said before that Helen is a smart little bugger. At 20 months, her language is perhaps not as far developed as some of the other kids' was. Still, she clearly understands a situation, and manages to communicate her needs. When it is time to nurse, she points imperiously at the recliner and shouts, " 'ide!" (This is her shorthand for "side," as in "other side," which is her name for nursing.) If I don't respond quickly enough, she takes me by the hand and drags me to the chair. If I don't sit down fast enough, she picks up the blanket and pillow and shoves me down with them. Today, we even heard a new full sentence from her: "Mama, please sit down." Apparently manners are formed at the point of greatest need (a snuggle and milk).
This morning, she tried something new and interesting upon waking. I had already left the bed and been up getting ready for work. When she woke to find me gone, she began to cry, then slid out of bed and started towards the door to look for me. At the door, she apparently reassessed the situation. She stopped crying, turned back into the bedroom, arm extended and fingers waggling in her signature way as she said brightly, "Daddy, c'mon!" She repeated this several times, trying to extract Jeremy from the bed. Then, mission accomplished, she continued out of the room to find me. At this point she pointed back towards the bed and implored, " 'ide!"
In other words, "Mom, I have succeeded in clearing the riff-raff out of our bed. Now please come back to bed with me and nurse me."
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