TwinTalk

**Milo is a thumb sucker. He loves nothing more than to settle in at night with his "thumbie", a "blankie" (preferrably his purple one), and his "softies" (the yarn ties on his blankies that he likes to rub with his fingers while he sucks his thumb). Today, Isabel was wearing some silly socks from the Dollar Spot at Target. The socks had orange puffballs on the backs of the ankles and she thought they were sweeeeet. Milo had been eyeballing them and talking about them all morning. Well, as soon as she took those suckers off, he dove for one of them, rushed to the corner, laid down and started sucking his thumb and rubbing the orangle puffball. I started laughing and asked what he was doing. His response was, "I just wanted to suck my thumbie and try using this bubble thing as a softie before Issy gets mad at me!". So funny and so silly. :)

**Earlier in the week, Isabel made a bracelet out of a piece of paper and then, very solemnly handed it to me. I thanked her and she said (in a very serious tone of voice), "Um, mom, since I wasn't born when YOU got married, I didn't get you a present. I've just been feeling kinda bad about that so here you go!". How thoughtful of her eh?

**The next day, we were driving in the car when Isabel piped up with one of her most random questions yet (and that's saying a lot). "Mom?! Why I am never old enough to just go buy a needle and some string and go make me a rug?!". WHAT??? After some clarification and probing, I figured out that that darn Sister Bear was the source of this angst too. I'm telling you, this girl lives for the Berenstein Bears. Apparently, in one of the books, Sister Bear makes a rug with some needle and some string. I see a potholder-making kit in our future!

**This week when I was giving Milo and hug before one of his naps, he rubbed my sides (love handles) then patted them and said with a big sigh, "I LOVE the way my Mommy feels." I started laughing and asked what that meant. "She's just so soft and smooth and soft!"

**Yesterday (post to come), we went on a mountain adventure with our friends, the Voorhies. Their daughter, Kennedy, rode in our car for part of the trip. After she asked me a question and referred to me as Erin, Isabel piped up with, "Uh Kennedy, most people around here call my mom Aunt Erin. I guess you could probably do that too...I mean, if you want to." I guess she thinks that would be a shortcut to making Kennedy her cousin. (Her greatest source of angst this week was trying to understand that Kennedy is NOT her cousin and that Kennedy will NEVER be her cousin--unless some pretty crazy stuff goes down in this family. Ha ha.)