Grits, Dor-da, and Trains

She is truly a southern girl. For lunch I fed her cheese grits and a hot dog, kind of the poor man's version of shrimp and grits. And she loved it! Once she got her hands in the grits it started going downhill though since grits kind of get the consistency of those little fish eggs on top of sushi. Little bug started rolling them around her tray and playing until the 'washcloth of no fun' appeared, as it does after every meal to ruin her "food art".

We also realized that she can say Dora. I took her grocery shopping today and found little cups her size that had Dora the Explorer on them. She held onto the cup during the whole shopping trip, blowing into it making the sound of a large ship makes when it is about to depart. Most people laughed at her sound effects. When she wasn't imitating a barge, she was saying "Dor-da" and then flipped the cup around to the photo of Boots and she would say "bah". I asked her who I was and she replied, "da-da". Clearly the marketers have won when my kid knows Dora's name and her sidekick, but still can't figure out that I'm ma-ma.

Little bug also got her first stranger kiss. I was in Barnes & Noble buying a 'how to discipline your toddler' book and took her to the kids section to play with the train table/petri dish they have. There were two other kids a little older than her playing with the trains. The boy closest to her right looked at little bug, and kissed her on the lips. His mother kept apologizing, but little bug didn't seem phased by it at all. She just kept taking the trains off the track and putting them on the floor. Then she wandered over to the other little boy who seemed parentless. He must be an avid Thomas the Train watcher because he was telling little bug the name of all of the trains she was picking up...and then he would take them from her because clearly she didn't value the trains as much as he did.