Deep Voice

Daddy and I both laugh about the fact that Chicken has a "deep" little baby voice.  My favorites are when he will come up and hand something to us and say, "Derugo" (There you go), and sometimes "Dangu" (Thank you), with almost a little growl sound to it.  I think it's just his manly voice   He is so cute.

Egg Nog

Me:  "Hey Edee, are you all done drinking your egg nog?"
Edee: "What??"
Me:  "The stuff that you are drinking, it's called 'egg nog'."
Edee:  "It ha EGGS in it?"
Me:  "No this one doesn't have eggs in it.  It does sound like a silly name, doesn't it?"
Edee: "Yeah."  She finishes off what's in her cup.  "Can I have some more cog egg?"

We both had a good laugh, though I think we were laughing for different reasons.   The name has stuck, we are now going to refer to egg nog as "cog egg" in our house.  Why not?  It's really no more bizarre than the original.

On a side note, my husband doesn't like cog egg.  I don't understand it.  To me, cog egg tastes like melted vanilla ice cream with yummy Christmas-reminiscent spices.  What's not to love about that?

Phew!

There are a few things Edee says lately that cause me to snicker each and every time she says them.

One being when she calls Chicken by his full name.  With proper emphasis on his first, middle, and last name....meaning she is usually upset with him when she says it.  I wonder where she gets that from?

Another is when she says, "What da heck??!!!"  I usually hear this from her when she sees something goofy or surprising, like her toy dinosaurs' heads wrapped in toilet paper.

My favorite is the most recent, "Phew!!"  An example was this morning when she was pulling herself up onto her seat at the dining room table, excitedly anticipating a breakfast of the new cereal I bought at the grocery store yesterday.  What she saw in front of her was the remains of her dinner last night (I guess we forgot to clear it off...gross, I know.  Sometimes we leave it out for awhile after dinner to give her another chance to finish her food).  Immediately she starting freaking out, similarly to how a teenage girl (or I) would upon seeing a gross bug on their plate.  I grabbed the plate and told her I was throwing that out and getting her cereal.  "Oh Phew!!!!!"  was her response.  It just makes me laugh coming from her little animated self!

Nativity

Explaining the Nativity story to Edee....

Me: "And that's why we have Christmas, and why it's so special.  It's remembering the day Jesus was born."
Edee: "Jesus was a cute little baby, like me??!"
Me: "Yes, he was a cute, sweet little baby, like you were and like Chicken was.  I looooove cute little babies!"
Edee: "Not me.  I love lions.  And kitty cats too!"

Sounds about right.

Not Tall Enough.

We have these stretchy animal toys that stick when you throw them at the wall.  Oddly enough they aren't sticky to the touch, but they will stay stuck for quite a while if thrown just right.   Chicken and Edee both LOVE them.  They have created some high-quality family entertainment.

Daddy occasionally will throw one up onto our ten-foot-high ceilings, then lifts the kids up to grab it.   Chicken especially will giggle like crazy doing this and thinks it's the greatest thing in the world.

Apparently before Daddy left for work this morning he threw the only remaining (un-lost) stretchy critter up onto the kitchen ceiling and left it there, too high for me to reach, even standing on a chair.  This tortured the children all day.

Edee:  "Let's get it down Mommy!"
Me:  "I can't, I'm not tall enough."
Edee, matter-of-factly:  "Yeah, you're short Mommy."
Me (feeling a little defensive about being called short by someone who's three-foot-nothin'): "Well, I'm not as tall as Daddy."
Edee:  "It's Otay.  You can eat your dinner all gone and will get big like Daddy."

I'm glad some of the things I say sink in!

Stinker

As we were walking out of the grocery store today, Edee wriggled away from me after I had told her repeatedly that she needed to hold my hand through the parking lot.

Me: "You are being a little stinker!"  

Edee, as she continued to walk away: "Yes I am."

This girl definitely knows her own mind.

Two going on Thirteen.

Edee is turning three-years-old next month.  You would never guess by some of the things she says lately, since she sounds more like a teenager.   Like when she says:

"Mom, I'm breaking out. Yook at my face."

and

"No, I don wan a wear dat!! It doesn't match."
And then she'll change her clothes two or three times.

And at the store:

"Oh yook!  Yoooous!  (Shoes--still working on our s,r, and l sounds...).  Yet's go try yum more on!!"
She proceeds to pull out heels four or five times her size, slips off her boots, and puts them on.

Then later while looking at clothes:

Oh dat's yoooo (sooooo) cute!!  Yet's buy it, Mommy!"

She's also always snatching my mascara or lipgloss, stealing my jewelry, and getting into my tampons.   I know the teenage years will sneak up on me fast, but I didn't expect to get such an eye-opening preview! 

Please

We've are constantly trying to reinforce manners with our kids.  Sometimes it feels like it falls on deaf ears.

Lately we've been teaching Chicken to say "Please."  We show him the sign for it as well as enunciating repeatedly.

 He thinks he's got it figured out.  When there's something he wants he'll stretch out his hand toward it, and with all the energy he can muster yells, "MMEEE!"

Other times he'll say, "Me Me Me!!!"

It's pretty cute.  He gets whatever he wants when he does that.  Though it might not be so cute or effective a few years from now....