THIS is the one where I talk about how Lily has decided to latch onto the Wimpics (sic) and how in particular she has latched onto "cycling".
Cycling comes on over the main feed on NBC, and I swear I have no idea why, but it does. So while they cover cycling, they also slide over and cover Sport A and Event B, because the cycling race coverage lasts for. . . SIX HOURS!!!
This means that there's a sport that will occupy Lily's attention, a WIMPIC sport at that, that will occupy her attention for LONG periods of time. While it's going on, she'll mutter color commentary under her breath.
"Oh, she pedaling her bike."
"She got stuck. Fall off her bike and get hurt. It's dangerous."
"Red bike!"
And so on.
Unfortunately the lamp in my TV blew up a few days ago, so we can't capture her attention that way, but the iPad saved our collective asses with the NBC Olympic app that literally has all the video of every sport available for streaming. That means I can stream 6 hours of cycling to my daughter's delight! NBC has kind of sucked during the Olympics, but this app (though it as its issues) has been a godsend for Lily. "I want watch Wimpics." Done!
And we (my wife and I) have our individual pet peeves about what Lily watches, but right now it's either that or "No No" (Which is Lily-speak for High School Musical), "No-No Summer" (High School Musical 2) or "No No 3" . . . and however much you may love Zac Efron. . . I'm so. sick. of those shows. I'd rather watch Barney, Wiggles, or Mother Goose Rhymes at this point.
So while my wife is all, "Cycling? Really??"
I'm all, "CYCLING!! REALLY!!"
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Yesterday I took Lily home from OT and she was thirsty. We had gone to McDonald's (therapy day is McDonald's Day in Lilyland) and she SHOULD have had some of her drink left, but I'd tossed it. Instead she asked for what her mother drinks. From the back seat:
"I want Diet Coke."
"Sorry baby, Diet Coke's all gone," I replied laughing (I'd never heard her ask for Diet Coke. I don't think I even realized she'd heard it referenced. She asks for my Pepsi when I'm drinking it at the table and I'll give her little sips, but that's about it).
"Oh no. Diet Coke is all gone. Can you email me Diet Coke?"
"What?"
"Can you email me Diet Coke?"
I couldn't help it, I laughed. I love how she absorbs new words, and I'm not sure where she picked up the context for this, but I think it's pretty cool usage. . . email defined as "send", or perhaps "give". She's not far off.
