Well, she's got her priorities straight, at least

Me: Bowie, spell your name.

Bowie: Okay. B-O-W-I-E, Bowie!

Me: Very good!

(an hour later)

Me: Bowie, spell your name for me again, okay?

Bowie: Okay, B-O-W-X-I-E, Obama!

Me: *falls over and dies laughing*

Dooooooooooooomed!

We taught Bowie a new word today.

Booby.

Isn't she doomed smart for 15 months?

Dang it, now we all have to start watching what we say...

It must be love when...

1. She pukes all over you and you don't fling her across the room.

2. You decide you really can spend hours upon hours making stupid faces at her, just to see that smile.

3. You stop referring to her as "the parasite."

4. Changing diapers becomes a skill in your eyes.

5. She has ceased tasting like turkey gravy and more like guilt.

6. Most of your conversations with her sound like this:

You: Ooja-booja-boojah! Goo-goo-goo? Heeeeee!
Her: *quizzical look*
You: Ahm-yahm-yahm eat my hand! You're a strong girl! Yes you are! You're going to eat my hand!
Her: *gnaws on your knuckle*
You: Squeeeee! Who's a funny girl? Who's making funny faces? Hmm? HMM? Goo goo goo goo....
Her: *fart*
You: YAY! Who's a gassy girl? WHO'S A GASSY GIRL??? YOU'RE a gassy girl!! Yes you are!
Her: *grin*

Happy three-monthday, Bowie!