Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Today Lennon discovered her first rainbow. As we were driving from Corvallis to Salem after a very long day of school (for Mommy) and playtime (for Lennon) the clouds parted and there it stood in all of its colorful glory. I have to say it was one of the better Oregon rainbows I have ever seen (nothing beats a Hawaiian rainbow!).

As I explained to Lennon how a rainbow is made, a concept lost on my almost 2 year old---I guess she won't be a science genius---her round of incessant questioning began. I suppose I should wonder in the splendor, shock and sheer delight a child has and can find in any simple new thing, but dealing with this chitter chatter at rush hour is not a wholly pleasant experience. Here are some examples of the barrage of her inquisitive toddler questions:

* "MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! Rain-boo! Rain-boo! Eat?"

" No, Lennon. You cannot eat a rainbow. Rainbows are for looking at."

" Eyes! Eyes! Look! OWEE!!!" (Lennon proceeds to jab her fingers in her eyes)

* " MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! Rain-boo! Rain-boo! Colors?"

" Yes, Lennon. Rainbows are made with many colors. You are so smart! Can you name them?"

" Orange. Purple. Orange. Purple. NICK!" (Uncle Nick is constantly on her mind, you may hear about him quite frequently when having a conversation with Lennon)

* " MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! Rain-boo! Rain-boo! Addy's rain-boo?"

" No, the rainbow doesn't belong to Addy (her cousin). Rainbows belong to everyone."

" NO! NO! NO WAY! RAIN-BOO MINE! RAIN-BOO MINE!"

" Okay, Lennon. The rainbow is yours."

" Thank you! You're welcome! I fah-ted! (She proceeds to giggle all the way home, while blowing the rainbow kisses).

Oh to be a kid again, when the world is your oyster and even a fart can be turned into something extremely cute.