Thursday, December 04, 2008


Okay, since the writing of this morning's post, we've hit a major milestone in S's life. Major. Bigger than her using the potty last week. Bigger than her apparent love of all things Christmas that aren't Santa Claus. Bigger than her starting to actually pretend things.

She has gotten a joke. Sort of. It wasn't really a joke. It was just something I said.

History. Most of the time, when I drop something or run into something, instead of the typical, "sh!t," or some other non-PG phrase, I say, "Ruh roh, Raggy." You know, like Scooby Doo says to Shaggy? Do you get it? Is it obscure? Anyway, S and I were having a little tea party upstairs before her nap, and when I accidentally dropped my cupcake, I said, "Ruh roh, Raggy." S cracked up. Full on giggling. The type of giggling that normally only ensues during tickle fights. This is the first time she's ever laughed at something verbal that wasn't a goofy noise. She kept dropping the cupcake over and over and then saying it herself.

"Ruh roh, Raggy."

"Ruh roh, Raggy."

"Ruh roh, Raggy."

It was priceless. Absolutely hysterical. Then she got that the joke could be carried into other activities. She accidentally on-purpose kept falling off her bouncy horse, and saying, "Ruh roh, Raggy."

It's a good day around here.


Scarlet Lily said...

Oh, how sweet!

die Frau said...

I love it.