Trapped in a creek

With the cold that was floating around that got Kiddo and me this last weekend, I forgot to mention one thing.  The chills that come with it.  I am, normally, a hot sleeper and I will usually sleep in just shorts or something like that and I will pull on a shirt in the mornings.  The few days I had the cold, I slept in Jammie Pants and a long sleeve shirt.

Kiddo, for her part, found a more exciting way to keep warm.

That’s Kiddo for you.  Finding a way to make it goofy and fun.  She’s like that though.  When she decides to push all in on something, she pushes ALL IN!  Because, Taflingos are TAFLINGOS, she’s not wrong, YOU’RE wrong…. And if you don’t like it, you can just take yourself to Yew Nork and deal with it.

I bring up her words and misspeaking and it makes me laugh and smile.  There have been a few good Kiddoisms over the years.  Cucas and CunCumbers for a while.  From about 2.5 until almost 4, she picked up on my saying Aww Nuts, but since I usually punctuated this statement by knocking on a table, Kiddo started doing the same - Knocking on a table and saying, Awww Knucks!  Knuckles knock on the table… Aww Knucks.  LOL

She’s started picking up on other things as well.  Only, these things aren’t from us, but her peers.  The other night, she hit me with an OMG.  I was telling her something and she just looked at me and with some awe and a tiny bit of attitude- Oh. Em. GEE!  I lost it and I went to tell J, who - I was informed - had already gotten lil miss slang terms.   

Later that night, as she was brushing and getting ready for bed, she again was just being Kiddo.  J and I were having a giggle at it and she just looked at both of us and said, “Well, it’s not MY fault I’m so good at being Seven.”   

One thing, however, has stayed throughout all the years.

Back when she was a toddler, J and I had some cool lamps in the house.  Two we had gotten from IKEA years before Kiddo was even a thought, one was Purple and the other was a smoky grey and black.  They gave off cool light and interesting shadows.  Life went on and furniture changed and we ended up with some new lamps.  Well, to go with our IKEA lights, we got some fun lightbulbs.  Purple, pink, red, orange, green, blue, yellow.  We would mix and match them.  We’d watch movies and play with light colors to enhance the movie.  I gotta tell you, watching something like Fury Road with purple, grey/black, red, and orange lighting is fun and ultra super cool.  

Around this time, Kiddo was walking and chatting in her little ways.  One of the things she noticed as her little JammieBabe self would notice as she climbed on the couch was the lightbulbs.  She was mystified that they would change colors.  I, being Puckish, told her it was my stuffed monkey- Monk Monk that was doing it.  He must SNEAK out in the night and change them.

The next morning what do we get?

MONK MONK CREEKED THE LIGHT, Dada.  Monk Monk CREEKED!!!!!

Well, I still have Monk Monk (had him since I was about 2 years old) and we have gotten some fun lights here as well.  Why change a good thing?  However, whenever we change up the lights, we STILL hear that Monk Monk creeked them.

During play the other night, Kiddo was upset that “that Monkey just creeks the lights, we should set a trap.”  So, we did.

I was told to make it colorful, so Monk Monk would notice it.  Then, I needed to “write the sign in monkey writing so Monk Monk is confused and not suspicious.”  Well, the sign was perfect!  I mean, what monkey wouldn’t fall for such a perfect trap?!?!

Obviously, Monk Monk fell for the trap.  And Kiddo’s good friend Wild was there to make sure that Monk Monk laid down and stayed down.  

There hasn’t been punishment for Monk Monk yet, but I suspect tonight Kiddo and I will have to do some kind of monkey jail.

Let’s go, Kiddo… with socks on our hands or not.  Either way, let’s have some fun in the 3 weeks left in BKK and then make sure we have the best and funnest summer ever.  Hugs and loves to you.  Keep being really good at being seven, because OMG, you are the best at it.