Jolee's Unlucky Numbers, South Park, and Gila Monsters (July 1998)

It is amazing how, in under a month, a toddler can go from
unintelligible jibberish into a communicating machine.

Jolee can count up to 15, but has some aversion to the numbers 7 and 11.
Was she a craps player in a previous life? Or a manager of a chain
convenience store? We're not sure.

This morning, Jolee woke up in her crib, looked at me and Melanie and
said "TV". Yikes! Where did we go wrong? Our only consolation is that
she said "book" much sooner than "TV".

On the way to a BBQ at Grandma Cyndee's friend Michael's house on
Saturday, we taught Jolee to say "Kenny," "Stan," "Kyle" and "Cartman."
I was wearing a South Park shirt and she was pointing to the characters,
so we figured we'd tell her their names. Jolee had fun at the BBQ and
ate a lot of yummy BBQ chicken.

Yesterday Jolee was on hand to help inaugurate the Brooklyn chapter of
PCOC (Pasadena Connoisseurs of the Cinema), the movie club that we had
been attending since its inception in April 1993. They're still going
strong out in LA with the group, and our original outing was a strong 6
attendees, 7 if you count Jolee, who will be left behind with one of her
parents when it is not at their place. We love her, but an almost-two
year old is a rather disruptive force while everyone is watching a
movie. Despite the presence of several burros and a gila monster, THE
TREASURE OF THE SIERRA MADRE was not Jolee's cup 'o tea.