Angelino

We almost named her Angelique.  Trent loved the name.  Mais oui!  It was French, after all.  I wasn't wild about it; something wasn't quite right.  We compromised by using the original root Angel and adding Lee, named after Gramma.  I'm afraid she may grow up thinking her name is something different altogether, though, because it's what we call her more and more:  Angelino.  I know, it changes both her nationality and her gender.  But it happens that way so often.

"Angelee!  No!  Don't lay on the baby!  Angelee!  No!  Stay in the house.  Angelee!  No!  Don't play on the stairs - you might fall down go boom.  Angelee!  No!  Don't climb up the bookshelves.  Stay down off the counter.  Oh, that cake was for dinner.  Don't jump off the coffee table.  You're gagging the baby with your finger in his mouth.  Angelee!  No!  Angelee!  No!  Angeleeno!  Angelino!"

Here is one "Angelino" I managed to record.  Things got too quiet for just a moment as I was winding the day down.  The babies were in bed, Angelee was in her pajamas - and disappeared.  I think the rest of the story is self-explanatory:

Pretty smug about that one, are we?