For the last couple of months, I have been trying to get Peyton to say her middle name.  “Peyton, what’s your middle name?”  “Peyton.”  “No baby, that’s your first name.  What is your middle name?  Is it Elise?”  “NO!  It’s Pey - ton.”  (She clearly enunciated since I didn’t seem to understand the first time.)

Finally, she got it last week.  “Peyton, what’s your middle name?”  “Peyton Wees.  Peyton Wees!”

Close enough. 

Ever since Peyton was old enough to say the words, she has banned Marshall and me from singing or dancing in front of her.  I have never heard of a child doing such a thing, but apparently they don’t all like to be entertained by their parents in silly ways.  If a song comes on the radio while I am driving, I will start to sing without thinking about it.  And the next thing I know, I hear “NO SINGING MOMMY!”  And the same for dancing too.  She was watching Barney the other day.   Marshall walked into the living room and started doing the Baby Bop Hop (sigh if you know that one too).  Peyton walked over to him, put both hands on his chest, and firmly said “NO DANCING DADDY.  NO DANCING!”  I’m not sure what it means yet.  I hope it’s a phase though.  Maybe when she gets a little older, I can ask her why we shouldn’t sing or dance.  When I ask her now, she just stares at me blankly.  Sigh.