While driving home from church together as a family:
Edee: "I want some issues!!"
Me: "Issues? What are you trying to say? Try again."
Edee: "I want some issues, please. Issues."
Me: "I think you already have some. They are called 'Mommy' and 'Daddy'."
Edee: "I want some of your issues!"
Me: "No. No you don't...."
Edee: "Yes I do!"
At least 20 years from now when she's talking to a psychologist about all the issues she has from her parents I can remind her that she asked for it....
Oh noodles.
"Edee" and "Chicken" are nicknames for my two little rascals. The names originated from how my daughter would pronounce both her own and little brother's name when she first started talking. They've stuck. Chicken may live to regret that someday....
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Chimney
Edee asks, "Mommy, is Santa going to bring us a chimney?"
Good question. I'm not ready for all these sticky Santa inquiries. There have already been a few which I've had to stop and think carefully before giving a response.
Good question. I'm not ready for all these sticky Santa inquiries. There have already been a few which I've had to stop and think carefully before giving a response.
Friends for Dinner
Edee loves watching the 'Land Before Time' shows. There's a song in one of them in which a little dinosaur sings a song about having "friends for dinner."
Edee had been sent to her room because she was throwing a tantrum about not getting some candy she wanted. The crying calmed down and I soon hear her singing a familiar tune that I couldn't put my finger on. Soon she's singing at the top of her lungs. Then she's stomping out of her room with a big smile on her face (while continuing to sing at the top of her lungs), "CANDY FOR DINNER! I WANNA HAVE CANDY FOR DINNER!"
She was definitely feeling clever; I thought it was pretty clever myself and had to laugh!
Edee had been sent to her room because she was throwing a tantrum about not getting some candy she wanted. The crying calmed down and I soon hear her singing a familiar tune that I couldn't put my finger on. Soon she's singing at the top of her lungs. Then she's stomping out of her room with a big smile on her face (while continuing to sing at the top of her lungs), "CANDY FOR DINNER! I WANNA HAVE CANDY FOR DINNER!"
She was definitely feeling clever; I thought it was pretty clever myself and had to laugh!
Baseball
Edee: "Mommy, are these baseball pants?"
Me: "They kind of look like baseball pants, huh?" (Not really, but whatever)
Edee: "Yeah! I wanna play baseball in these pants, like daddy!"
Me: "Oh that would be great to play baseball like daddy!"
Edee (as she starts running around the room): "Yeah!!! I'm a base-girl! Look at me, I'm a base-girl! You're a base-girl too, Mommy! Chicken you're a base-boy!"
I tried to correct her, but it wasn't successful. She's a base-girl.
Me: "They kind of look like baseball pants, huh?" (Not really, but whatever)
Edee: "Yeah! I wanna play baseball in these pants, like daddy!"
Me: "Oh that would be great to play baseball like daddy!"
Edee (as she starts running around the room): "Yeah!!! I'm a base-girl! Look at me, I'm a base-girl! You're a base-girl too, Mommy! Chicken you're a base-boy!"
I tried to correct her, but it wasn't successful. She's a base-girl.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Santa
Someone is so excited for Christmas. It's less than a week away, but really, it might as well be an eternity.
Edee: Is it Christmas Day?
Me: No it's still a ways away...BUT TOMORROW we are going to go see SANTA!!
Edee: Hmm. I don yike Santa very much.
Me: Whaaaaaaaaaaaat? (This is shocking coming from a little girl who doesn't talk about much else).
Edee: Yeah I don yike Santa's helpers very much. Just a yittle bit.
As a side note--Edee knows that the Santa's at the mall are his "helpers". Her first time visiting Santa as a one-year-old was somewhat traumatic. She did better last year, but still had some nerves. I'm curious how it's going to go this year!!
Edee: Is it Christmas Day?
Me: No it's still a ways away...BUT TOMORROW we are going to go see SANTA!!
Edee: Hmm. I don yike Santa very much.
Me: Whaaaaaaaaaaaat? (This is shocking coming from a little girl who doesn't talk about much else).
Edee: Yeah I don yike Santa's helpers very much. Just a yittle bit.
As a side note--Edee knows that the Santa's at the mall are his "helpers". Her first time visiting Santa as a one-year-old was somewhat traumatic. She did better last year, but still had some nerves. I'm curious how it's going to go this year!!
Bug Eyes
While I'm putting on mascara one morning:
Edee: I want some!
Me: You don't need any of this for your eyelashes, babe.
Edee: I wan my eyes to look yike yours, yike bugs!
Me: My eyes look like bugs?
Edee: Yeah!!
Me: Aw. My eyes look like bugs. You don't want yours to look like bugs either.
Edee: No, yike bown. Bown! (brown)!
Me: Oh brown? Not bugs?
Edee: Yeah. I wan my eyes bown like yours!
Might be time to get new mascara anyways...just in case.
Cheek bone
Edee: "Mom, my little cheek bone doesn't hurt anymore."
Me: "When did you hurt your cheek bone?"
I look over to see her pants are down and she's rubbing one side of her little bum. She had fallen down on her hip yesterday. I laughed out loud when I connected the dots!
Me: "When did you hurt your cheek bone?"
I look over to see her pants are down and she's rubbing one side of her little bum. She had fallen down on her hip yesterday. I laughed out loud when I connected the dots!
Sunday, December 8, 2013
Cow says "Moo."
While driving in the car:
Daddy: What does a cow say?
Edee: Moo.
Mommy: What does a duck say?
Edee: Quack Quack.
(we go through various animals. Racking our brains for something else....)
Daddy: What does Edee say?
Edee: Mommy, mommy!
Mommy: What does Daddy say?
Edee (laughing): Edee!!
Daddy: What does Mommy say?
Edee (laughing): Edee!!!
It might not seem that funny...but it was. I think it was because we all knew what Edee was thinking....the thing her parents seem to say the most often is her name, often in an angry/where-are-you/frustrated/disappointed/annoyed/did-you-really-just-do-what-I-think-you-just-did tone.
Daddy: What does a cow say?
Edee: Moo.
Mommy: What does a duck say?
Edee: Quack Quack.
(we go through various animals. Racking our brains for something else....)
Daddy: What does Edee say?
Edee: Mommy, mommy!
Mommy: What does Daddy say?
Edee (laughing): Edee!!
Daddy: What does Mommy say?
Edee (laughing): Edee!!!
It might not seem that funny...but it was. I think it was because we all knew what Edee was thinking....the thing her parents seem to say the most often is her name, often in an angry/where-are-you/frustrated/disappointed/annoyed/did-you-really-just-do-what-I-think-you-just-did tone.
Singer
Chicken loves music.
Edee has never been into music the way Chicken is, so it's been really fun to watch him enjoy it so much. He dances whenever possible and is good at moving right along to beat changes. At church when the congregation is singing hymns he is watching the chorister carefully and waves his arm right along with her.
I had been singing the "Where is Thumpkin" song a lot recently with Edee. At the end we sing "Run and hide. Run and hide". Chicken has picked up on that tune and surprised me by singing "Ra ra Ra" right along with the tune. He's been singing it over and over this past week. And it is adorable every time. He's starting to catch on to other little tunes as well. I love that little no-longer-baby of mine.
Edee has never been into music the way Chicken is, so it's been really fun to watch him enjoy it so much. He dances whenever possible and is good at moving right along to beat changes. At church when the congregation is singing hymns he is watching the chorister carefully and waves his arm right along with her.
I had been singing the "Where is Thumpkin" song a lot recently with Edee. At the end we sing "Run and hide. Run and hide". Chicken has picked up on that tune and surprised me by singing "Ra ra Ra" right along with the tune. He's been singing it over and over this past week. And it is adorable every time. He's starting to catch on to other little tunes as well. I love that little no-longer-baby of mine.
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