G and I went searching after Alana, who had been repeatedly racing across the house and vanishing over the treadmill. I had to use the brake — the fucking brake — on the trainer to keep her from ripping off her hands. She also pulled down most of the dvds.

So i said to G, Alana is being awful sneaky. Which G found quite amusing. and when we carried Alana back to the office after yet another one of her forays into the wild, and Beckie said: hand over the Podford! G said: Shes not just a podford anymore. She’s becoming a little person. Just like I had said it to G.

This led to a discussion of why we still called her Podford, and the vast difference between a Podford and a little person. it was finally explained that a Podford was a tiny human, and that i used to call G tinyHuman. And now she finally gets that Alana is starting to not be such a Podford.

tinyHuman fit G better, Podford definitely fit Alana better. Going back through my blog i never called Podford tinyHuman as much as i called tinyHuman tinyHuman. I’m so relieved to finally be at peace with the dilemna of what to call Podford, now that she no longer is a Podford, but clearly was a Podford and not a tinyHuman.

G meanwhile continues to blow my mind wiht how she adapts to Alana’s changes. As Alana has gotten mobiler, grabbier and climbier, she keeps taking things from G. Oooh snap, oh no she didn’t! But then we have conversations:

Me: sweetheart, you need to be nice to Alana, she’s stupid.
G: well…
Me: she is sweatheart, she small and she does stupid things.
G: *laughing*
Me: *laughing*
G: i was stupid too once
Me: that’s right, you were very stupid, and so was i
G: we were all stupid once, right dad?

This is how it went in G’s dePodfordation of Podford.   She is a smart little girl, and perhaps soon I can have her babysitting.