ANTM; the little munch

I missed yet another episode of ANTM because of forgetting to set my ancient VCR, but they've apparently successfully booted two of my three favorites in the past two weeks, Claire and Aimee. Now there's only Katarzyna left, and we all know she won't win. But God forbid them give She-male the boot. Or Stacy-Ann, whose voice is like fingernails on a chalkboard. Or Anya, who can't speak English. Or Fatima, who is like a skeleton. And what's up with the weird photo shoots this season? I mean, come on - bathing suits made out of meat? "Embodying" a musical genre? And how can Claire look modelly in 1980 Dolly Parton gear? It's so fixed.

It's so hilarious to hear Aidan talk nowadays. He definitely has his own communication trends, but he also turns into a little mini-me sometimes. He has decided that sometimes, words aren't necessary, and one only needs a gesture or to point at something to get what one wants -- a pillow, a bowl of pretzels. He still makes random commands: "No dancing, Daddy! Sing, Mommy!" and he still yells at me from his bedroom in the morning when I'm getting ready for work: "TURN THE LIGHT OFF! I want the light OFF!" He has also begun to continuously gauge whether things are, in fact, "silly" or "funny" - or perhaps both. But there's no mistaken whose house he's growing up in when he says, "Hey, I found my cool teeng. Mommy, want to check it out?"