Boy, I am really getting bad about posting.

Beanie says "Awesome!" and "cool!" and a lot of "no".

She can say "I want some" which sounds suspiciously like "I awesome". She says "thank you" and it sounds like "sank you."

If you pass gas or make a zrbt noise around her, she will wave her arms and hold her nose, squinch her face, laugh and say "sinky!" She also informs you whenever she herself makes a sinky, and will try to shock you with a particularly good one every so often.

She can use the potty, but it's on her terms. If you ask her if she wants to wee wee, she says no. But when she's ready, she says "wee wee" or starts grunting and you have to run like the wind to make it to the potty in time.

There are wild kittens in our parking lot. Beanie calls them "tees". She wants to see them and hold them. They won't let her get near them. To keep them around long enough to observer, I have to hold her. She kicks me. With her boots. I have chest bruises. She throws a tantrum when I take her away from the tees. She has also started crouching down near cars to check underneath for the tees, because she's really smart and knows that's where they hide. If I were an idjit, I'd take her to the pound and adopt a friendly kitten. That's if I were an idjit. There is no way I am bringing any more cats into my world. Shabazz is the sweetest, most problematic kitty ever. And Wingnut is getting ridiculously rotund. I also have Feral Churchill still living reclusively in my parent's garage, he doesn't come out for many people. N. O. W. A. Y. do I get another cat, possibly in this lifetime.

Maybe I will get her a guinea pig and tell her it's a tee.

She calls everyone on Sesame Street "Ernie", so that's not so huge a stretch, is it?

Beanie is 23 months old today.

Holy Toledo, it has FLOWN by so fast. Someone said "days are long, but the years fly by." That is so true.

I love you, my precious Beanie Girl!