gog?

Charlotte has a new word. "Gog". She says it whenever the dogs are around. Momma. Dadda. Uh-oh! And....gog.

Words are hard to say

for an almost 3 year old. We think she speaks wonderfully. The sentences that roll off her toungue never cease to amaze. But to her - she just doesn't know enough words for the thoughts that are in her head. It's almost daily she'll try to explain something to me, get locked up and say, "I don't know the words!!". This morning she went one step further - "I don't know what I'm talking about." Yes, that exact sentence.

To me, it's proof that she actually does know what she's talking about. But for her, just more frustration.

Zoooooooom

2 weeks. No real accidents = new bike we promised her. Maybe we jumped the gun. But I don't think so. She's a pro.

New favorite quote. I asked her to pick up her toys last night before bed. Reply (with a melodramatic sag of the shoulders): " I don't want to have to...but I do have to."

Math

This morning:

"I want to watch Tv...and I want to watch a video. That's two things I want to do."

At least her math is coming along nicely.