Budding Thespian

Since it is currently impossible for me to get new photos off of my camera, I'm just going to randomly share photos that haven't yet been posted. Keira's been literally begging to go to the zoo, so this one seemed appropriate. Can't remember why she has the binky - she's not had it during the day for ages.

There are moments, just little, little moments, when you realize that the short one has just reached a milestone. This past week, Keira decided to try pulling one over on me and it was instantly clear that we're in a whole different ball game now.

Of course, being two, she tried to do this right in front of me, but I did get a peek at her budding acting skills (no danger of an in-house thespian here). While just the two of us are sitting at the table, finishing up dinner, she puts her bowl on top of her spoon and pretends that it just disappeared. When you read the following dialogue, you have to think C-movie actor, in a B-movie, acting the part of a bad B-movie actor. Bad baddy, bad, bad, bad - so bad it's funny.

Keira says dramatically: Moooommmy. Where did my spoon go. It's not here - where did it go?

Me: I don't know, could it be on the table?

K: I don't know! I don't see it! I don't know where it is. What happened?

M: Really, wow, do you think Phoebe took it? (Phoebe, of course, not being the least bit interested in ever using a utensil - due to her being a cat and all)

K: Yeah! Phoebe, give it back, give me my fork.

M: Isn't it your spoon?

K: Oh yeah, my spoon. Where go my spoon, mommy.

M: Hey, I think I see it. I think I see it under your bowl. How did that happen?

K: I donnow? Wow, I donnow what happen. Mommy, you move my spoon?

Seriously, right in front of me and she's already blaming me. Hhm, this will be interesting.

External Monolouge

Clearly I have some catching up to do, so keep checking in as I'm hoping to have the posts going up pretty hot and heavy over the next few weeks. I finally sorted out the laptop connection at home, so I think I'll be able to get back to a more regular posting schedule.
While it's been a really crazy last month or two at Chez Cerda, I'll bore you with more Keira stories today, and work on catching everyone up over the next week.
As just one more indicator that Keira takes after me to an alarming extent, she's developed what Chad and I refer to as her external monologue. She's constantly muttering to herself while doing things, and many times insists that I chime in to reiterate her own advice. Example? Keira is getting read to drink some juice:
Keira: "Be carefuw Keira. Don't spill it Keira. No spill the juice. Hold da lid. Be careful Keira, don't spill it, be careful - Mommy!"
Me: "Okay, Keira, be careful and don't spill any of your juice."
Keira: "Okay Mommy. I be careful. I not spill it."
And on it goes. She's her own little coach.
Perhaps the most chuckle-worthy manifestation of this trait is when she's really had it with me. She'll sit there fuming and muttering to herself "don't bite Mommy. No bite Mommy." Hmmm. I wonder what it is that she really wants to do?