Check it:

She takes after her momma.

The Twerp loves some Sesame Street Feist. She will ask for it by rocking back and forth and saying "Un, tu, tee, ma," and then giving a good "whoaaaaa" sustained note, just in case we weren't entirely clear on the concept.

To prove that we are still alive, and that I am paying way more attention to my camera than my blog, I give you: The Apple Orchard (or, My Husband is Crazy Awesome)

Before they get lost in his increasingly accurate and expanding vocabulary, I want to write down my two favorite Creep-isms of the moment.

First, there is Macaroni Pizza. While it may be glaringly obvious to the majority of the populous, it took our sleep deprived and vitamin deficient brains most of the summer to figure out why on earth the Creep would request "Macaroni Pizza" on a regular basis. I assumed that he had heard about it from a friend, or that it was the natural marriage of his two favorite foods. The EP valiantly made him both macaroni and pizza only to be met with absolute bemusement on the part of the Creep when the EP asked if he really wanted the macaroni on the pizza. The Creep said "no, thank you, I will eat it like this." and the mystery deepened. His Noni called me up while he was spending the day at her house just to ask if she should really put macaroni on his pizza.

It was only when I took him to get a slice at a local pizza joint did all of the pieces finally come together. The Creep pointed to the slice that he wanted and said "I want the one with macaroni on it," and I got him his slice of Pepperoni Pizza. We still call it Macaroni Pizza though, and hopefully always will.

My other absolute favorite thing to listen to him say is his rocket ship countdown, which goes a little something like this (always skipping #8 on the way up but not on the way back down):

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...admission!"