We all went to an end-of-season bbq today. (Standard fare: Molly charmed everyone, made lots of friends.) Not too long after, she threw up on the host, her father, and the floor after choking on her dinner (little bites, darling!), and later sang karaoke when no one else would.

I think probably I should tell this story when she's 15, about how she was a party animal before she could tie her shoes.

Also, she and her bestie Zofia went met up at the farmers market
today. While Zofia's dad and I were ordering produce, the girls helped
themselves to a couple of apples. We were totally prepared to buy
them, but they charmed the merchant out of giving them away. They were pretty pleased
with themselves.

Tonight Molly instructed me that we should go to the moon.

How will we get there, I asked? "In a hot balloon," she tells me, as if I should have known. "We'll have to go buy one," which is what she says about everything we don't have, "at the malled."

edit ( it has come to my attention that she's clearly channeling My Chemical Romance's singer slash Umbrella Academy's artist Gerard Way )

"you're a very special little girl!'
"no I'm not!"
"yes, you are!"
"no! I'm molly. I'm very small."

"No. Don't want my picture, Mom."

too bad. I love the face.

molly: what are you doing, mommy?
me: I'm unloading the dishwasher.
molly: why?
me: because the dishes are clean now, the dishwasher made them all clean.
molly: why?
me: because the dishwasher is awesome.

...Is there a better explanation for this? I mean, really.

molly: I am!
mommy: you are? (as in, is that what you said?)
molly: yeah!
mommy: what are you?
molly: rockstar!
mommy: you are?
molly: yeah!

You heard it here first, kids.
- via mobile

Do not yell "Lookit, Mommy! Spider!" while Mommy is driving.

don't hate me for the T.A.T.U. reference ok?

( parental bragging rights. cute memories lie behind the cut. )

She's 20 months old.