Uh-Oh

I am Steve, who has not written on this blog for many ages. I am Eliza's true father.

One of Eliza's favorite words (or phrases, depending on your interpretation) is "uh-oh." Whenever anything is wrong or out of place in her world, "uh-oh" is the best way to express her disapproval. The word is often employed in response to something falling, though sometimes she says "uh-oh" first and then drops the item in question "accidentally."

So, the other night I was rocking Eliza to sleep and she was struggling a bit. She was waving her arm around, grabbing my face, and doing anything she could think of to drive away the encroaching night-time. Suddenly she stirred and looked up at me.
"Uh-oh," she said.
And then she immediately rolled into me and fell asleep.
Hypnos had descended upon her and she knew there was no escape; it was the last peep we heard out of her all night.
Apparently "uh-oh" can describe falling objects and falling asleep.