Kepit!

Clara loves ketchup.  Seriously.  She loves it.  She will eat lots of things but on meatloaf night or french fry night, her love of ketchup is revealed by her baby warrior cry of: "Kepit!"

Clara has no trouble pronouncing any other words.  Even (I would think) hard words like: butterfly, zebra, stinky butt, and purple.  Clara clearly thinks that ketchup has been horribly misnamed.  To her, that sweet, red ambrosia is Kepit.

Kepit.

Has a nice ring to it.  I would like some kepit on my hamburger.  Please pass the kepit. Maybe Clara is starting a new trend.  Kepit will replace salsa as the national condiment.

Also, Clara refers to Sour Cream and Greek Yogurt both as "Ice Cream."  She loves to eat both, and will crow for more "Ice Cream" if she runs out. 

 That's fine, Clara...you go on thinking that's what ice cream is.  I've got no problem with that.

Clara, post lunch. A tiny dab of kepit on her cheek.

Bedtime

Usually Clara goes to be by getting into her crib and drinking some milk why we sing her a few songs.  But last night Clara said: "Book...book."  I said okay and she ran over to her toys and picked up two dolls.  A baby doll and a little girl doll with a crinkly skirt..  Clearly, she wanted me to read to them too.

We got comfortable in the glider and I read her a few books.  At one point, I was reading the " If you're happy and you know it clap your hands..." song, or poem or whatever it is.  Clara clapped a bit along with the reading.

Clara politely listened, then at the end of the song, she re-adjusted her pink baby, took her two tiny hands in hers, and made baby "clap."  It was so sweet.

She has never wanted dolls to read with her.  She has never made dolls clap.  Every moment is a new adventure.