Phone Conversationalist

Annie on the phone with my Dad today (he didn't get a word in edge-wise . . . nor did he understand about 90% of it):
"Hi! I'm feeding my babies a binkie. Mommy's feeding Ellie pretend princess food. (She'd just given Ellie a plate and spoon, that we were informed had "pink food" on it.) I just sitting here, I just have Tamberly's binkie in her mouth and not in my hand so now I can talk to you. (It's a magnetic binkie that she got set up.) She has it in she's mouth. Now I feeding Sophia. My baby. Mom is feeding Ellie pretend food with a pretend spoon. Well, a real spoon. Pretend food. I feeding baby Sophia. She is hungry. She is so hungry, I can't even believe it." The last line made me laugh out loud.

Later while talking to Aunt Talina, she suddenly threw the phone to me and said, "Mom, you talk to her, I'm trying to feed Tamberly her binkie."

Ellie on the otherhand has spent most of the day mightily pissed off at me. FIRST, I didn't let her swallow my necklace. Then I wouldn't let her eat paper. Or newspaper. Or a book. Or a magazine. Or a candy wrapper she found under the bed. Each time I take one of these items away (sometimes by forcibly 'sweeping' her mouth), she gives me a look I imagine I will be very familiar with when she's a teenager. Then she screams. Really loudly. After about 15 episodes of this, I put her down for a nap, because I'm kind of at a loss of what to do or try, since everything I do seems to just make her madder and madder, and the only thing I can figure is that she is tired, coming down with something, or prematurely going through puberty or something.