Two tales from last night:

At about 10:15 last night, Breanna woke up hungry so I went in to feed her. After a few minutes she rolled away and I waited for a second to see if she was sleeping or just pausing. Then she turned back towards me and tried to latch on but her Elmo doll got in the way. She ended up latched on to Elmo’s eyeball instead, and started sucking away, expecting milk. I tried not to giggle and watched to see if she would drift off. Instead, realizing something was wrong, she opened up one eye. When she looked and saw that she was actually trying to nurse from Elmo’s eye, she got so enraged that she made some sort of “argh” sound, grabbed Elmo, and started pounding him angrily against the matress. Frustration vented, she then dropped him and inched close enough to me to finally get her milk properly and all was well with the world again. It was very hard to keep from laughing.

Last night Hayley was watching her hamster running in his wheel (I never mentioned it here, did I? Her first hamster died on Friday, less than a week after coming home with us; turns out he was taken from his mother too soon and the stress caused him to have a stroke and die. Poor little guy. We got a new, bigger hamster from another store and I’m going to call the other place today to complain. The new one is Big Henry.), and George and I were making loud noises for Breanna’s entertainment. After lots of fun roaring and whatnot, Hayley finally turned around, exasperated, and said to us, “Shhh! Be quiet! You’re scaring the shit out of my hamster!”

Yep, we still need to work on cleaning up our potty mouths over here. Oops. Again though, it’s hard not to laugh, especially when she uses it in the right context. As it was, I had to actually leave the room and go into the kitchen to giggle.