If it's Thursday it must be Meow Meow!

So my precious baby girl is 20 months old.  She is just as feisty as her mama, maybe a little bit more so due to the whole sibling rivalry thing.   You would think since there is such a large gap in ages that there wouldn't be but kids it's there and awful!! If Paddycake gets near me to hug me when she is sitting on my lap she will push him away or kick him away.  She's so little and sweet looking but she is hell on wheels.  Most days I have a really hard time not laughing out loud at her antics.  She has been a lifesaver for me from the bleakness of last year. 
So anyhoo, she's talking now.  We don't understand a lot of what she says but she states it with such firm conviction that we have no choice but to agree with her cute little self. 
She quickly learned to address the felines of the house as Meow Meow's. 
But now EVERYTHING and I do mean EVERYTHING is a Meow Meow. 
Granny & Papaw got her a rocking horse for Christmas.  She stood in front of it and yelled "MEOW, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW!"  
I gently told her "Baby girl, it's a horsey." 
"MEOW MEOW"
"No sweetie, it's a horse.  The horse says 'neigh neigh'", at this time, I feel myself becoming a See N' Say. 
She hugged the horse and said "Meow meow". 

I decided I wasn't going to win that argument, and she distracted herself with something else. 

To date here is a partial list of the things she is calling Meow Meow:
 Z-magnet with a picture of a zebra
 Bobble head Santa
 Rubber Duckie
 Dallas the Border Collie

This list is only partial because I'm slowly losing what teensy little shred of sanity I have left.  She's such a precious gift, I just hope this phase doesn't last too long and we can get her to learn a new word.
;-)