Kyleisms, Taylor the Monkey
Ty: Mercury. Venus. Earth… I live on Earth.
Kyle: No, *I* live on Earth!
Ty: No, I do!
Kyle: No, I do!
Ty: No, Kyle. Earth is everybody’s.
Kyle: No, it’s not.
Ty: Yes, Earth is where we live.
Kyle: Mommy, do we live on Earth?
Mommy: Yes, Kyle. We live on Earth. And everything that we know to be alive also lives on Earth.
Ty: See, Kyle? Earth is everybody’s.
Kyle: Oh. [pause] Mommy, I want to live on Earth, too!
Taylor is really starting to be a blabbermouth. She says, “Ban,” for banana. She says, “Bah,” for bath. She says, “Diapah pey,” for diaper change. I’m not sure what was her first word. It all came at once, the way the boys started talking. She does greet Daddy so sweetly when he walks in the door from work. “Hi, Daddy!” When she sees my getting out of the car from work, she just bangs on the window and screeches.
She is also swinging from the monkey bars now. A couple of afternoons ago, she was standing on the edge of the sandbox. She grabbed onto the railing, brought her knees up, and swung herself the way she has seen her brothers swing. When she tried to get down, she couldn’t find her footing, so she got scared. I was pulling weeds a few feet away, so I got up to help her. I thought that if she kicked a little more, she would find the edge of the sandbox with her foot, but she didn’t. Her tiny grasp was strong enough to hold her longer than she wanted. I helped her reach the sandbox, and she giggled. She tried it a second time where she didn’t use the sandbox on purpose. She let go of the railing, fell a few inches to the floor, and landed on her feet. She was happy about that.
