Ivy-lish: No that wasn't awkward at all...

Ivy is bit freaked out by the fact that I'm nursing Traveler. Much like the business with his boy parts, she finds the whole thing gross. And disturbing.

I've tried more times than I can count to explain to her that it is natural and how God made mommy's body to work, but she's not buying it. It doesn't help that it makes cuddling on my lap crowded when he's actually nursing.

But I still didn't expect the scene that unfolded in a restaurant the other day. I'm pretty sure our waiter didn't see it coming either.

Waiter (to Ivy): "What would you like to drink, sweetie?"

Ivy: "Chocolate milk."

Waiter: "Okay, we can do that!"

Ivy (giving her best "I mean business" glare): "But not boobie milk! I drink milk from cows. NOT milk from boobies. OOOOkaaaayyy??"

The waiter looks at me. I flush purple from head to toe and he graciously agrees to make sure to bring her cow's milk.

Apparently the kitchen was all out of boobie milk anyways.

Ivy-lish: Diaper Business

Ivy is kind of fascinated with her brother. She's trying to figure out this whole "new baby" thing we've got going on and nothing is more confusing to her than what is going on inside Trav's diaper.

No matter how many times I explain it she is completely unwilling to acknowledge that his "boy parts" are something that are actually supposed to be there.

Which is why every time I change his diaper, our dialog goes a little something like this:

Ivy: "Ewwww, what's that??"

Me: "Honey, that is Traveler's bottom. Remember what I said? He's different than you because he is a boy."

Ivy: "Oh yeah! Okay...it's yucky. Wipe it off."

Me: "No, honey, I can't wipe it off. It has to stay there, remember?"

Ivy, laughing: "Oooohhh. I see. Okay. Now wipe it off! It's gross."

And round and round we go. I guess I'd be happy if I could just get her to stop calling Trav "she" and "her." Poor guy. Isn't this how Hemingway ended up the way he did?

Kai-versations vs. Ivylish: Their first religious debate

Kai: "Can you turn on the Jesus song please?"

Ivy: "Jejus! Jejus!"

Kai: "No, Ivy, it JeSus."

Ivy: "Jejus!"

Kai: "JeeeeSSSSuuuussss!"

Ivy: "Jeeejjjjuuuusss!"

Kai: "Mom, Ivy's messing up Jesus' name!"

Ivylish: Mastering the art of the knock-knock joke

Oh, how my girls love them some knock-knock jokes. But, they just don't get them. You know?

Ivy sure is trying, though, as evidenced by her latest attempt.

Ivy: Knock-knock.

Me: Who's there?

Ivy: Owl.

Me: Owl, who?

Ivy: Who, who!

She was trying to repeat one she'd heard me tell her sister and just got mixed up. But, what she lacked in understanding she made up for in her enthusiasm! She was positively delighted at telling her very first joke!

Speaking Ivylish: Her first ever quotable post!

Ivy is a talker. But, for the most part, Thomas and I are the only ones who have a clue about what she's saying. We call it speaking Ivylish. It's much like Spanish, except not a real language and impossible to translate with 100% accuracy.

The only thing we know for sure is that it's not English. It's Ivylish.

And, here is her first ever appearance on the blog. She's growing up so fast!

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Me, marveling in the 100+ degree heat: Wow, Ivy it is too hot!

Ivy: No, Mommy. Is three hot!

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That is actually an accurate depiction of the heat today. Three hot. Much, much hotter than too hot.