A wee bit tardy...

So, I've been neglecting my blog lately. I want to say that it's mostly facebook's fault, but then I would be a liar too.

This happened about a month ago, but I guess better late than never...

Mya and I went to Idaho for my lil' bro's wedding. That morning, she was going extra slow, so to get her motivated, I tried telling her all of the exciting things we were going to do that day. It went a little something like this....

"Mya, hurry, get your shoes on! We are going to go get on an airplane and visit Grammy!!" (said using my 'extra enthusiastic' voice)

"no mama"

"Don't you want to go see Grammy? And we get to go on an airplane! It'll be the best ever!! Please hurry Mya, we've got to leave soon..."

"no mama"

"well, if you don't want to go on an airplane, how do you want to get to Grammy's house?"

no pause from Mya.."boat mama, boat!" --- so, on New Years Day, we were heading from Port Orchard to Big Lake (Mt. Vernon) to see Grandma Candy at the cabin. Instead of going over an hour out of our way to get back to I5, we took a 20 minute ferry ride. Mya was enthralled by it. The whole time she kept saying "boat! boat....boat! boat?? BOAT!"

'chuckle', "uh, sweetheart, I don't think that's going to work...but we'll see..."

"okay mama, boat, mama boat."

So, we got to the airport, got through security, and had about 30 minutes before we were to board. We were lucky to be in a terminal that had a HUGE window for us to see all the airplanes. Mya just sat there looking at them and would occasionally whisper "wow!".

Wanting her to understand, I pointed to an airplane taking off and said "look Mya, see, the airplane, it's going up in the sky!"

"OH NO!!"

"Oh, sweetie, it's supposed to go up in the sky, like a bird, it flies"

"oh, ok mama."

She was SO excited to get on the plane. we got the car seat installed, and Mya buckled in. Of course, in the window seat. She was watching the luggage be loaded on for about 30 seconds and then said, "up, mama up!" and repeated that for FIFTEEN MINUTES. While she pointed up. I just had to keep nodding my head and acknowledging her, thinking maybe that would quiet her down. NOPE, she just kept going. Then, being brilliant, I decided to use a little Dora spanish and said, "ya, areba, up!". She gave me the dirtiest look as if to say "you're in America, learn to speak the language!". So I stopped, mostly because I was laughing too hard to repeat it. I just love it when she learns things and starts understanding!