Kassy Play Kassy Speak

I have learned quickly where to search in our house for my missing daughter. If she's too quiet for too long, I can almost always find her hiding in our master bedroom closet behind her daddy's shirts. They are just the perfect height for hiding behind as there are lots of shirts and they hang just so they almost touch the floor.

One day I was looking for her, calling her name over and over. I just happened to hear her cute little giggle and figured out that I needed to investigate the closet. She was so well-hidden that I didn't see her until I called her name again and she wiggled and giggled. Who would have imagined that a 19 month old would love to play hide and seek?

This morning she again went missing. I headed to the closet right away. I stood in the doorway, and noticed that none of the shirts were moving. I called her name and she giggled--I jumped and screamed. She wasn't hiding in the shirts but "hiding" in plain sight, lounging on the winter comforter for our bed. When I screamed, she jumped and laughed, and promptly scooted for the safety of the shirts. This was the first time I gave her a lecture about responding to me when I call her name. At least now I know I need to also check the comforter!

Tonight for supper we had rump roast, carrots, fresh bread, and potatoes (for the kids). I was trying to eat and help Kassy too when I noticed that she kept repeating the same phrase over and over again--totally undecipherable to me. I had no idea what she wanted--she had the same stuff on her plate that I had on mine....her sippy cup was within easy reach for her....I had no idea what she wanted. It was my wonderful, brilliant husband who was sitting 10 feet away from her who suggested, "maybe you should check to see if her fingers are being pinched." Sure enough, when I moved the sippy cup, I could see that her little fingers were stuck between the try and the tray plate. She was still repeating the phrase and looking at me like "What's your problem? How can you not understand that my fingers are stuck?" I released her fingers, gave them the "Mommy will kiss it and make it feel better" kiss and the whole incident was basically forgotten. Then, our little David speaks up, "Mom, was Kassy telling you that her fingers were being pinched in her own Kassy language?" Oh my. Can't get anything past that kid!!!!