Horsey

Irene has a new obsession while riding in the car. She has a little stuffed horse, and she starts complaining "Horsey bite me!" My sisters encouraged her in this fancy, and to discourage it, I told her that she could not complain to me about it. Last night as we were driving home, we heard her having a little conversation with the horse.
Irene (in stern Mommy-voice): "Horsey...Do...Not...Bite...I...rene!"
Horsey (Irene with very contrite voice): "Sorry!"
This was repeated often. Apparently, the horse bites her a lot. Keep in mind that this horse doesn't even have a mouth.

Singing and Conversations

Last night, Irene put her mouth on my stomach and started singing to the baby. How cute is that? She thought it was the funniest thing because I was laughing about it. Mark has done it to her before, but hasn't for quite a while. Did she remember?

Yesterday, at dinner, Irene actually joined a conversation that Mark and I were having. He was telling me about how (while I was gone for 45 minutes) he had lit a candle and she wanted to touch it.
Mark: "I said, 'It's too hot, Irene,' and put her hand over it to feel the heat. Then she said 'I want to turn it off.'"
Irene: "I blowed it!!"

Courthouses and Division

Sorry guys. Apparently my life has taken a turn for the busier. Mark has a big exam on Friday, so I've been trying to let him study without interruptions (very difficult to do if I am even in the house). Last week, I spent some time in Beaver Falls with Mark's family, and had a great time! I have a new nephew and niece! Their adoption was official last Tuesday, and Irene and I went to the courthouse with them. This week, I just today made plans to go visit my good friend in Toronto.

What would a post be without an Irene story? Saturday night, during family worship, Mark was looking at the number of verses in the chapter for the evening, and decided to split it in half.
Mark: "Let's see...52 divided by two is twenty..."
Irene: "SIX!"
Now, the question is, why did she say the right number? Was it just a fluke? Was she processing the "fifty" into "five" and then saying the next number? Does she really know division? Since she can't count past ten, I rather doubt that it was any display of genius, but it was still amusing!

WHERE is Daddy's baby???

Oh, my, I had completely forgotten about the update I wanted to make. A few days ago, Irene got bumped in the tummy by the refrigerator door. She didn't really get hurt, but she started saying "My baby hurt...my baby hurt...my baby hurt" over and over. She's conviced that we all have babies, i.e. tummies.
Irene: "Pray for...Daddy's baby. Over there!"
Me: "No, Daddy's baby is in here."
Irene: "NO, Daddy's baby over there!"
Me: "Daddy's baby, Mommy's baby, Irene's baby, all the same baby. In here."
Irene: "No."
Me: *gives up*