Of Hickles And Such...

Recently Jillsie has been inserting H's when she is not sure how to pronounce a word. Once she gets it right the incorrect H disappears. But there are three H's that remain, in spite of my best efforts and, perhaps, in spite of Jillsie's secret knowledge of the correct pronunciation. She insists that it is hickle, hunders, and hayak. As in "Zephie is hunders my high chair. I dropped a hickle down there." And as in: "I want to go hayaking with Kiki."

Next. Do you remember how much fun it was to make a sort of nest or fort or "beddy-bye" somewhere other than your actual bed? I walked in on this blissful meditation the other day. She was so lost in her beddy-bye reverie that I was able to walk away, grab the camera, and return without her moving an eyelash. (Worth clicking to enlarge.)After explaining to me that she had made herself a little beddy-bye, she then hopped up, spent five minutes fussing, and came up with this alternate and rather cozy-looking configuration.Forts made out of blankets and chairs could be just around the corner.