seneca says

this week little miss fancy-pants has decided she knows who everyone is and is happy to point it out. each day as she gets up from her nap, I put her down and she runs to find beckham in his bed. "go-beck," as she goes to find her brother. "bye-beck" as they go to bed or "no beck!" if he happens to have found an open bathroom door and makes a mad dash for the toilet. we prefer bex if his name is to be shortened, but won't complain with her identification. "beck" is spoken with great alliteration, short and definite.

as for the other brother, he's "coopah." exclaimed when she first sees him in the morning, or as he whizzes past us on his bike or today as we were all waiting for cooper in the car ready to go and his seat was disturbingly empty. "Coopah! Coopah!" as if I would drive away without him. It's so fun to have her identify her brothers. and sing about them occasionally.

her new-found talents for identifying people don't stop with this household. Josh, or "Doshy" lives down the street and she reminds us each time we pass his house. She gets pretty mad when it's time to leave "doshy's" house. she whines longingly for him as she points her finger as if that would transport her back there. today I acquired a plate of cinnamon rolls in the middle of 42nd avenue as both shellie's car and mine pulled into the center median, she jumped from her car to hand the plate through my window and raced back. as this two-second exchange ended, seneca got all bouncy in her seat and said, "mama doshy, doshy mama!" so while we haven't mastered the appropriate "sister carter," she can be joshy's mama. sorry finn, we haven't learned how to form the "f" sound yet. doesn't mean we don't love you.