The Nobel Peace Prize

Hand this girl a ticket to Oslo! This morning when the boys started scrabbling with each other Evangeline stepped in with words of mediation like I (and all mamas) do every day.

"No no, Ricker! No no, Jackie! Be nice! Say 'I sorry'! Huggies! Big kissy! Say 'I LOVE you so much'! OK, that's better now."

How cute is that? My little peacemaker's verbal skills are off the charts. It's bizarre to see such a tiny little thing come up with such big talk! The folks say that I was wordy, and although I don't know I would imagine that Michael was a very chatty little guy as a baby and toddler, too. But, Evangeline is crazy verbal.

"May I peas hava some grapes? Oh, thank you so much, you big cutie pie! That was nice."

"I say 'hello' to you, Ray Ray, anen you say 'hello, nice to meet you back, OK? That's p'lite."

"On your mark, gesset, GO! Lookie I racing so fast! Hooray!"

"Mama, come see me right now. I need snuggies."

"Watch this! Lookie! I dood it aw byself."

"Listen! I singie song. La-la-la-la. You sing too. It goes like: La-la-la-la, OK? You got it?"

"Will you peas pickee up for some kissies?"

"Uh oh, Ray Ray had a pee pee oopsie in my panties, Mama. Oh dear! Let's cleany uppy."

You know what? I love being a mommy. It's the best job in the world. Well, that and peace-making.