Milk, church, and garbage

Do you think Madeleine wanted some milk?




Yes, she actually opened the fridge and pulled the milk out all by herself. Then she insisted on wearing her coat while she drank it:



She's becoming too aware for her own good. Speaking of, I took the girls to a Lenten church service last night; we were 3 of 13 people in attendance in a very small chapel. Madeleine decided to add a more boisterous mood to the otherwise very peaceful and beautifully meditative atmosphere. Feeling the need to comment on everything she saw around her, she would loudly interject things like "CWOSS!" and "HOT!" (candles), or when she didn't know the label for what she was pointing at, "WOOOOOH!" Fortunately, I had thought to pack snacks to keep her mouth busy, so I handed over a piece of cheese, looking forward to the silence that would ensue. Wrong. "CHEESE! CHEESE!" So I moved on to the books I had brought in the diaper bag. Silence? Nope; instead what followed were strings of very audible babbling as she "read" her books aloud. The best part was when she randomly got all charged up and excited and began delightedly squawking things like, "DADDY DOODY! DOODY DADDY! GOO GOO GA GA!" After communion, when she received her bread, I hoped to finally have a respite from the loud exclamations, but I should have known better. "MMMMMM!" Sigh. Well, at least she enjoyed her experience pretty thoroughly.

And on a final Madeleine note, here is an exchange she and I had the other day:

MADELEINE: Atz Dat?
ME: That's the garbage.
MADELEINE: Oh. Dis is the TWASH!