I've just spent nearly five whole days with my nearly two-year-old cousin. Now that I'm home I can only say one thing: it's so damn quiet! I love being back home but I do miss just a little bit of her constant "Leikkimään!" commands (and other more or less comprehensible sayings such as "Ei saa X" and then doing the thing X!) Pössöö pässi... Or her knowing that I slept in the guest room and her standing each morning behind the door saying -audibly to me- the same things and doing the same things:

(approaching the door) "S nukkuu"
(approaching the door a bit more) "Herättää"
(almost touching the door and then backing) "Ei uskulla" (not a typo, by the way)
Repeat a few times until I get up and she gets me to drag my still a bit sleepy self to the living room and the toys (and Kakko of course, meaning Pikku-Kakkonen). Cute. =)

For some reason getting along with kids seems to equal being a good mother. Hello! NOT! Or some people saying that "it's different with your own kids" if a woman does not get along with kids in general (see this blog for further inspection: http://vapaaehtoisestilapsettomat.blogspot.com/). It's a no-win situation.