So, Lorrie has a new word. Her new word is "sad".

Today, she went up to the bathroom and banged on the tub, demanding, "Bath! Bath!"

We said, "No, Lorrie. It's not bathtime."

She was insistent. "BATH."

So were we. "No."

So she curled up on the floor, put her head on her hands and said, mournfully, "Sad."

We weren't sure that was what she was saying, but it seemed sensible.

Then this evening, at dinner, the following exchange occurred:

Lorrie: Nummynummynummynummynummy.
Me: Lorrie, do you want another carrot?
Lorrie: NO.
Me: Do you want to try?
Lorrie: NO. NO NO.
Me: Try, Lorrie.
Lorrie: *putting on sadface* Sad.
Me: Are you sad?
Lorrie: Sad.
Me: What would make you happy?
Lorrie: *bouncing upright* CAKE.
Me: *cracks up*
Lorrie: CAKE. CAKE CAKE CAKE.
Me: Lorrie, there's no cake.
Lorrie: SAD.

Ah, my little genius.

My baby disdains our affection.

Whenever I say, "Lorrie, do you want a kiss?" she mooshes her bear's face against my mouth, diverting the kiss before it can get to her.

I would be wounded if I wasn't so charmed.

Lorrie is getting intensely talkative these days. It is a lot of fun, and very cute.

She makes a lot of declarative statements. One-word declarative statements, repeated over and over.

"BAY."
"Yes, Lorrie, it's a bear."
"BAY."
"Bear, yes."
"BAY! BAY! BAY!"
"Bear."
"BAY."

This can go on for 5 minutes at a stretch, and frequently transitions into her other favorite conversation.

"DOE."
"Yes, Lorrie, it's a dog."
"DOE. DOE. DOE."

Other words: ZHOU (juice), MUH (milk), NANA (banana), BEH (bread), BAYBAY (baby), MOW (mouse), UH (up), DADA, MAMA, ESSIE (Wesley), DOODUH (noodle), BAW (ball).

There are others, I think, but those are the top-of-my-head words.

Also, you will note that all Lorrie words are in all-caps. This is grammatically accurate.

I love my babies. I need a Lorrie icon. And a new Wesley one, for that matter.