tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7080124.post-61634608119100857772007-07-16T10:08:00.000-05:002007-07-16T10:44:25.739-05:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PptUvBnxk9Y/RpuSSR0IxeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ErLMAaTIAB4/s1600-h/IMG_1622.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087821046762489314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PptUvBnxk9Y/RpuSSR0IxeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ErLMAaTIAB4/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"Selah, your chicken is under the microwave." </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I believe those were the first words I said this morning as I placed Selah in her Johnny-Jump-Up. Just to clear things up-- I was referring to her felt finger puppet chicken, the one that 'sits' (no pun intended) on her SoftPlay Farm book and puppet theater. I can't tell you where Sheep and Cow are.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I find myself saying some very interesting things these days. Things I'd have to explain to the inexperienced ear.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There's : Do do nee un didie change? That's baby talk for 'Do you need a diaper change?' I try to keep the baby talk to a minimum. You know, to keep myself from slipping into motherhood insanity and, well, to ensure that Selah has at least the IQ of Einstein. (Did I spell that right?!)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There's: Let Mamma get that boog. I gently coo this as I wrangle with WWF champ Selah to remove an unsightly formation from her precious little nose.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>How about: Which side do you want? Hint: Nursing mothers will get this in an instant!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And then there's: Will you hold her a sec so I can go to the bathroom? You may be wondering what one has to do with the other. Try taking care of business with a 20-pound, wriggling creature attached to your hip, tummy, chest...then we'll talk!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There is one that needs no explanation. One that fills the chatter between me and Selah more often than any other. One that makes perfect sense to all who hear it. I love you, Selah, my joy, my sweet.</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296794498771496242noreply@blogger.com