All about the Marmots

My parents are visiting from Tennessee and they were at my sister's house when I arrived to babysit the marmots on Friday.

Tuey: Grandpa, Aunt is here!

My Dad: That's not Aunt. That's my little girl.

Tuey: A look of complete distress.

Tuey: Mommy! Aunt is not a girl. She is Aunt.


Thursday my brother and sister-in-law met up with my other brother and sister-in-law and their kids for a picnic lunch. I tried to teach one brother how to express happiness, which is exhibited thus:

1. Throw your hands up in the air.
2. Wiggle your fingers (spirit fingers).
3. Simultaneously yell, "Whee!"

My brother's super bad at it. He doesn't let the joie de vivre overcome him for the whee part. In fact, he has to be coerced to even mumble whee. I thought perhaps I was just a bad instructor, but then I taught the procedure to Tuey and he's great at it. He stands up on a chair to do it before launching himself onto the floor.


Today I was playing with Madame E(6).

E(6): Aunt, what if you lived here in our house with us?

MBC: Well, that would be fun (and loud). But where would I sleep?

E(6): You could sleep in [M(5)]'s bed.

M(5) has a nice double bed where both she and E(6) often sleep together so I thought it was nice that E(6) would suggest that I could have that bed. Until she continued talking and made her plan clear.

E(6): We could definitely fit three people in that bed.


Marmot Babe has finally decided he loves me again. It only took a solid week of daily contact, but now when I come in the room he waves and says, "Hi, Aunt. Hi, Aunt. Hi, Aunt." It sounds remarkably like, "I, Ya. I, Ya. I, Ya," but we all feel certain that he's talking to me. Good baby.