Bobicky

We went to the Waldron parade on Labor Day and afterward they had a book sale! All of the books you can fit in a bag for $1. Leah went with me and walked up to a man and asked if she could pet his dog. She was literally 4 feet behind me. I could see John, Judy, and Libby about 10 feet away too. After about 1 minute, I turned around and Leah was gone! I yelled at John, and he didn't have her so I took off like a mad woman yelling and screaming her name. If that doesn't make you feel like the scum of the earth... anyway, she was crying so hard and a lady was asking her what her name was. Here is how the conversation went after we got home:
Me: Leah, what did that lady ask you?
Leah: Mine name
Me: Well, what did you tell her?
Leah: Leah
Me: Leah what?
Leah: Leah Bobicky
Whenever we go and visit McDowells, Leah usually has her doll, Nicky. Mike (Pops) always sings, "Nicky, Nicky, Bobicky" Now our poor 2 year old thinks her name is Leah Bobicky!
As I was cleaning out drawers the other day, I took out all of the onesies since Leah is now 100% potty trained (well... maybe an accident 2x a weekish). Snaps are a pain when you have to HURRY! I got a little weepy and realized that Leah is not a baby anymore! :( The both start dance class tomorrow thanks to inspiration from Nora and her rockin' moves!