All Things Indy

We thought a weekend bike ride along the beach front sounded perfect. We had gone before and much fun was had by all. Not this time! We strayed from home and decided to try South Bay for some new sights and smells. It was gorgeous for the first three minutes, then we were diverted to the streets that ran parallel to the beach, giving us no views except for orange cones, construction zones and office buildings. Not only was it boring visually, it was pretty stressful negotiating where we could actually pedal safely. Indy was miserable and was pretty vocal about it, not even the kitty helmet made it bearable. 

Next time: we stay in Santa Monica and skip the bike ride altogether. 

    

In tonight’s game of chase I told Indy I was “turning on the afterburners” to go super fast! She ran around shouting that she was going to turn on her “cheese burgers” to go faster. After hearing me repeat “afterburners” she did a quick correction and turned on her “after burgers”. Usually I run slower after burgers, but hey, I’m old.

Recent discussion: 
Indy: I had free lunches! 

Me: Three or free? 

Indy: Free! (Holds up 3 fingers) 

Me: (teasing) Oh! Free, not FREE!

Indy: I said FREE mommy. You need to listen better. 

Indy has a lisp and it’s adorable. She has an amazing vocabulary well beyond her age so we are prone to keep letting her lisp and not correct her.  Some favorite words: 

• Callapitter (caterpillar) 
• Pasgetti
• Nakin
• Wember (remember)
• F’s for Th’s: free instead of three, firsty for thirsty
• B’s for V’s: Silbie instead of Silvie, beber for beaver (Justin jokes ensue)
• Piggy blanket instead of piggy bank (not a lisp, but definitely cute)
• Flingo (flamingo)



Indy has had a fever the last few days. While curled up in my arms for a snuggle, Mike asked Indy if she would like some milk or water. She requested warm milk. I followed up with ‘are you sure you don’t want it cold?’ Her response, toned toward the incredulous, was “I already suggested what I wanted to Daddy. Thank you.”

Shut down. 

Indy just informed me that everyone eats their own breakfasts, individually, without sharing. I mentioned to her that I share my meals all the time, to which she responded: ‘but I don’t share mine. They are mine.’

Ah, that’s the distinction!

Last night while getting set up for dinner, I had forgotten to get Indy something and apologized to her. Her response to me was ‘oh, no worries mom’ 

Indy has fallen in love with her Hello Kitty dress recently. It’s her go-to outfit 3x this week and is sporting a matching tattoo.