Yah.

Thanks to Jen (not my Jen; co-student Jen) for both cooking us dinner AND grabbing a nice shot of Lils.

In the car, on the way home from daycare:

Me: "Lily, are you in the car?"
Lily: "Yah."
M: "Is Abby in the car?"
L: "Yah."
M: "Is Mommy in the car?"
L: "Yah."
M: "No, Mommy is at home."
L: "Mommy?"
M: "Yes, Mommy is at home. Is Olly in the car?"
L: "Yah!"
M: "No he isn't. Is Mommy in the car?"
L: "Yeah!"
M: "Can you say anything but 'yeah'?"
L: "Yah."
M: "Raymond, does a candy bar cost about a hundred dollars?"
L: "Yah."
M: "Do you want to see Mommy at home?"
L: "Yah."
M: "Do you want to eat poop for dinner?"
L: Yah."
M: "Are you just giving me material for the blog tonight?"
L: "Yah."

Her positivity lasts only so long as she agrees with whatever is transpiring. When pushed or pressed, her "yah"s will switch to "NO!"s faster than you can say "diaper change".

I'm amazed that we were successful putting the girls down tonight. Lily shrieked her way up the stairs because she wanted more milk - she'd already had two sippy cups worth, which is excessive in itself - and Abby seemed about as hyper as ever. Despite a racketous put down, they stayed up there, even though I didn't stick around to witness the fallout.

As I had broken my stick at last night's hockey game, and was scheduled to play again tomorrow during lunch, I needed to get a stick. I really didn't feel like heading out in the sloppy cold of Minneapolis, but I'm not going to let lunchtime hockey pass me by, either. I was considering going to Play it Again or Hockey Giant, but I only had time for one since they both closed at 8. Opting for Hockey Giant - thinking their selection would be, ahem, "giant" - I sped and fishtailed my way down a mushy I35. I got there in time to find out that this store - a superstore with just under a million square feet of retail space - does not stock wooden sticks, or for that matter any stick under the $65 mark. The people working were pretty much total d-bags, as well, and did their best to make me feel like I was the jerk for even asking. If you are looking for hockey gear, feel free to avoid this place.

Back to the kids for a moment...I'm skipping around a lot...

We couldn't seem to feed the girls enough tonight. They were little black holes of hunger. Lily is especially infuriating, as she succumbs frequently to passing whims of being, in her words, "ALL DONE!" There is a 'cry wolf' effect taking place now, and we both know better to not really react when she says she's all done. Usually by the time I get to her, she's happily cramming more yogurt (or "gogurt") in her piehole, despite her all-done-edness from mere seconds ago.

Abby throws no feints. She simply gets cranky and annoyed when we don't feed her more, becoming increasingly whiny until we finally feed her the line: "Do you want more?" She stops crying on a dime, looks at us with moist eyes, and says, "More?" while doing the sign.

Anyway, the kids ate an NFL linebacker's dinner tonight. It was mostly in yogurt, though. The kids love yogurt.

Day three hundred and twenty five.

Squeaky clean monkey for sale.

Jen and the Moores at the snow monkey habitat.

Monkeys looking at monkeys...crazy.