"excess"

Kids say the darnest things. And adults are hopefully not easily offended.

Last night at dinner, my little Butterfly is playing with her Grammy's arm, pointing out freckles or the design on her shirt. Holding Grammy's arm up by the elbow, she points to that unfortunate spot of loose flesh hanging from her upper arm. Innocently she asks, "grammy! What's this?" Grammy laughed good naturedly and after a short moment of fumbling answers its her "excess". Butterfly pokes at it, "your excess?" Curious and apparently feeling no impulse to tactfully move on in conversation, she over-pronounces the word each time, investigating this new discovery. She suddenly grabs my arm, "mommy! You have ex-cess? Look mommy, you have little ex-cess, Grammy have big ex-cess." I laugh and tease that women get excess when they join relief society (i don't think she got the joke). She runs around the table to check daddy and finding none, tries to check a reluctant little sister for this intriguing "excess". Ladybug resisted, so daddy performed the inspection and pronounced her without excess. Returning to her seat she continues to repeat her findings until we finally finish dinner. Ah, the tactless innocence and curiosity of children...

In other fun discoveries, Ladybug found her pockets today. She was wearing a pair of bright pink cargo pants (that make her instantly look 6 months older). Finding the roomy pockets at her hips, she shoved her tiny fists inside and wandered, happy and content with her hands hidden in this way. Later, I grabbed her to tickle her and discovered she had found another use for these wonderful pockets. She had stuffed them full of grapes. Mostly pre-chewed grapes.

Baby 3 is becoming more and more active. Evenings appear to be the favorite time to kick and wiggle and when I can feel the most movement. Baby 3 also has a new nickname now. I brought pictures home from last week's ultrasound and while they didn't reveal gender, we did get a clear picture of baby's face. I thought the baby looks kind of like a monkey. Cute, but like a monkey. So I brought the picture home to show daddy and the girls. Ultrasound technology focuses especially well on the dense bone structure and Butterfly refers to all skeletons as "pirate". So while neither the picture or nickname are flattering, we are having a "pirate monkey". Good news kid, there's time to grow out of that.

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