Weird...

Today, Ana wanted me to sit on her lap (I lay down and stuck my head down), and then rock me to "sleep".

That's "sit on wa-wap?" and "wock?" in Ana talk. Note that she clearly has no trouble with that w sound.

But when she wanted me to give her back the wipes, it was "yipe? yipe peez!"

I don't understand this at all.

Oh, and her hitting is getting better. By this, I do not, alas, mean "she's doing it less often" (that'd be "her non-hitting is getting better", wouldn't it?) but that now she hits harder and it hurts. Ow.

Oh, god...

You know what I just realized? It's another three years until Bush is out of office. Damn. This year has dragged on so much, it seemed like he'd been in office forever.

Well, fuck. Now I feel sick.

(Bought a duckie to help hurricane victims. Not a real duckie. Not even a real toy duckie, just a picture of one. Still, it's a start.)