Translations

Just a few Edee-lingo translations.  They make me giggle.


Two-spic-ball Me = Despicable Me 2

Packamoni =  Pepperoni

Yucky Tahms = Lucky Charms

Gra-rilla = Granola

Owl-walf = Olive

Apology

We've been working with Edee on apologizing.  I want her to say that she's sorry when she's at fault, but I'm also trying to teach her to feel sorry so that she's not just saying it because she has to.  I don't think it's going so well.

Daddy had just fallen asleep on the floor and Edee had thought it would be a good time to jump on him  (according to her she was "dust tickling him.").

Me:  "Edee, that was not very nice to jump all over Daddy when he was trying to rest.  Look at him.  Does he look sad?  That's so sad. Tell Daddy that you are SO sorry."
Edee:  "I'm sorry Daddy."
Me:  "That sounded pretty genuine, good job.  I don't know if he heard you.  Can you go over to him and say that you are so sorry and that you won't ever do that again?"
Edee:  "Ummm.....I don't fink so."
Me:  "Well....fair enough."

--a short moment later--

Edee:  "Can I ha some more chocolate?"

Bribery is always a good last resort.  I'll take it when the opportunity comes up.

Me: "Sure.  Here, give this one to Daddy and tell him 'Here you go Daddy, I'm SO sorry that I jumped all over you.'  Then I'll give you yours."

Edee hands him the chocolate without a word.

Me:  "Hey--what are you supposed to say to Daddy?"
Edee:  "Here you go Daddy.  Take off da wapper, den you can eat it!"
Me:  "Uh......okay fine.  Here's your chocolate."

So the apology thing is a work in process.  I can say the same about my parenting skills.

Monster?

Daddy and I are watching a movie one Sunday afternoon with Edee, who all the sudden is sick.  Apparently she picked up a virus at church today, along with the word "stupid" as you will soon see.

Edee:  "I wan a pay a game on da iPad."  She takes it from me and starts to pull up one of her favorite games.
Me:  "Wait a minute.  You are watching a movie that you picked out.  Can you watch a movie and play a game on the iPad at the same time?"
Edee:  "Yes, I can, and it Syuper (super) fun."

Hum.  Really.
Daddy comes up about then and changes the movie to something else he would rather watch since Edee chose to play on the iPad.  Pretty soon he's also distracted by the iPad game.

Daddy:  "What is that monster?  That's a monster, Edee, just remember that."
Edee:  "Dat not a monster, dat's a people!"
Daddy:  "It looks like a monster, look how big it's eyes are!  Are they way bigger than your eyes?"
Edee:  "Yeah. But. She not a monster."
Daddy:  "Yes she is. Look at her chin.  Sheesh.  She doesn't look real.  What is that, some kind of torture device?
Edee:  "No!  It a pop da pim-pals.  It make her owies go all gone."
Daddy:  "It's pops her pimples??!  Do things like that even exist?!!"
Me (interjecting, as up to this point I've been amusedly observing... and typing): "Yes, they do.  I had a roommate that had one."
Daddy:  "Weird......what are these things...wow, super hot steam to burn off her face?  What's that green stuff all over....Here, put the cucumber on one eye......arg!  Look it's a pirate!!"
Edee:  "NO! ERR!  It not a pirate, it a people!  It a people, Daddy, people are not pirates!
Daddy:  "Pirates are people.  And it's a pirate."
Edee:  "No!  She a people, Daddy.   It a human!!!!!!!"
Daddy:  "Pirate. You don't even know what a pirate is--"
Edee:  "Nooooo!  She human! Pirate are not people!!"
Daddy:  "Okay. We are done with this conversation."
Edee:  "Awight, we are."

Daddy turns to the movie and Edee continues her game.  Just a moment later......

Edee:  "You yupid!  UGh!  Parrots are not people!!! Parrots are yupid!  Dey not human!!"
Daddy:  "I was talking about a pirate, not a parrot!  They are different. And don't call me stupid, where did you learn that? "
Edee:  "PIRATES are not human!"
Daddy: "Ugh....What the...Who has purple eyes?  No one has purple eyes.  She's a monster."
Edee:  "No, her not."
Daddy:  "What are you doing now?  Is that a nightwalker?"
Edee:  "NOOO! She NOT a monster.  She NOT a nightwalker.  Dose are YUPID."
Daddy:  "That's right, Edee, nightwalkers are stupid.  You remember that.  Oh look at that, Mommy, she totally is a nightwalker.  What is she wearing?  Find some clothes that cover her up."
Edee:  "I yike her pink dress!"
Daddy:  "Is there not one outfit in here that covers up her shoulders?"
Edee:  "Hey!!"
Daddy:  "Alright, fine, you keep just doing what you're doing."

Daddy soon sulks over to the other side of the couch.

If you couldn't make a guess by now, the game she was playing is called 'Princess Salon'.   I might as well just delete it now to avoid future conflict.

Frozen

I'm done with everything "Frozen".  So, so done.  Let's please 'let it go' already.  It's not that I didn't think the movie was cute or don't love the music.  I do.  But when we've watched the youtube videos five thousand times and my facebook feed is full of yet another cover, parody, or hidden agenda theory....months and months since the newest Disney storm began....I just feel jaded with it.  It may be partly because I'm extremely jaded with winter.  

However, as I took Edee to the public restroom today I found another hidden message that Frozen could be all about.   

Edee doesn't like public restroom (who does, really?).  The toilets are big and "flush loud" and the hand dryers are also pretty noisy and intimidating.   Today she had a little stage fright sitting on the potty in Target after doing all the dances, wiggles, and grabs that signify a mad potty-dash.   I told her to take a deep breath and just let it go.

You can guess what happened next.  Edee looked up at me with a smile and started singing "Let it go, let it go......"  

And the light-bulb went on.  The mystery of Frozen practically thawed and revealed before my very eyes. It's all about needing to go potty.   Makes sense to Edee and I!  

Edee Time

Daddy:  "Okay Edee, let's get Chicken ready for bed, then it's Edee time!"

Me:  "Yeah, we can do something fun for Edee time!"

Edee (starting to run around the room, leaping and jumping): " YAY!!!!  WAAAHOOOOOO!  EDEE TIME!  EDEE TIME!  YAAAAAY!"  Then, pausing: "What's Edee time?"

Classic. 

Idea

Edee: "I wanna watch a moowee!"
Daddy: "I have an idea!  Let's think of some way you can help Mommy and Daddy get some more energy so we can turn on an movie.  Do you have any ideas, Mommy, of what Edee can do to help Mommy and Daddy have more energy?"
Me:  "Hmmm, I do have an idea.  How about we pick up everything in the living room and then vacuum."
Daddy: "That's a great idea.  Let's do it Edee."
Edee:  "Wait!  I had a idea!  We can watch a moowee wit-out cleaning first."

Oh kids.  Growing up and having all these ideas.

Let It Go

Yesterday as we were pulling out of a store parking lot, Edee was singing the famous song "Let It Go" from Disney's Frozen.

Edee:  "Yet it go....Yet it go......Yet it go.....Yet it go"
Me (thinking I was helping things along):  "Can't hold it back anymore--"
Edee:  "YOP YINGING!!!     Yet it go....Yet it go....Yet it go...... Yet it go...Yet--"
Me (maybe the second time's a charm): " Turn away--"
Edee: "NO MOMMY!  I DON YIKE YOU YINGING WITH ME!  Yet it go....Yet it go...."

Alright, alright, alright.  I got it.

(I had posted earlier how Edee had become an impatient backseat driver.  Watch as she takes it to a whole new level).

At this point in the conversation we had just just stopped at the edge of the parking lot, waiting for a break in traffic to turn into the road--

Edee: "Yet it go.....Yet it go....Yet's go....Yet's GO!  YET'S GO!  YET'S GO! YET'S GO MOMMY!!!!  GO GO GO!!!!"

Doctor

Yesterday the kids were playing "Doctor", which consisted of taking flashlights and shining them in mommy's mouth.  It's great fun.   Chicken grins ear to ear the whole time as he's "examining" me (AKA shoving the light into my mouth as far as he can).

Edee was very seriously and methodically examining my mouth one time and started to give me a prognosis--

Edee:  "Hmmm Mommy, I see you teef."
Me:  "Oh good. How do they look?"
Edee: "Hmmm okay.....dey are in da meat....um....meat?  Da meat?"
Me:  "I think you're thinking of gums."
Ede:  "Ha ha ha, OOOOOh right. Gums.  Right."

Definitely laugh-worthy for me too.

My Bath Time

I was supposed to be enjoying a few minutes to myself one evening in a peaceful bubble bath while Daddy wrangled Edee.  Chicken was already in bed.  It had been a long, cold day and I was looking forward to just being by myself and relaxing for a few minutes.

Soon the door opens and who appears, but Edee.

Edee:  "HI Mommy!  Whoa.  You taking a baff?"
Me:  "Yes Edee.   Go back out to Daddy."
Edee:  "Wow, you haf bubbles?
Me: "Yep.  Okay, bye."
Edee:  "Oh wait.  You need some toys!"
Me:  "I don't need any toys, I'm fine."
Edee (calling back to me as she runs out the door):  "Don worry, I be right back."

She then proceeds to bring various toys and dump them into the bathtub.  She looks around excitedly at how the tables have turned--Mommy in the bath with her on the outside.

Edee:  "Ahhhh-right Mommy.  Yet's take a yittle talk."
Me:  "A little talk, huh?  About what?"
Edee (shrugging):  "Hm.  I don know.  Can I pay wit you bubbles?"
Me: "No."
Edee:  "Can I touch you leg?"
Me: ".......No."
     
<sigh>

Thus was the end to my "peaceful" bubble bath.  Where was Daddy during all of this, you ask?  That's what I'd like to know.

Yay or Nay

Chicken has become such a great little communicator.  The past few months he has been replying to our yes or no questions with a "Yeah" or "No".  It's amazing how much easier life gets for both mom and mini when this happens.  I especially love how when he falls down or bumps his head and I ask if he's okay he'll immediately reply "Yeah" (Which sounds like a mix between "yeah" , "yay", and "yes"....I don't know how he does it, Daddy and I try to imitate but only he pulls it off in this only-Chicken-adorable way).  When he want to emphasize his answer, it's often accompanied by a vigorous nod, or shake of the head with the "No's".   He's the cutest little 16-month old I know!

Excuses

Chicken is a great little helper.  It may be partially his age, partially his disposition; but he loves to please.  When it's time to go bye-bye he runs and gets everyone a pair of shoes.  They may or may not be the correct shoes for the person, but it's pretty sweet regardless.

Edee is often the opposite.  It may be partially her age, partially her disposition; either way, she likes to fight me tooth and nail when I ask her to do something.  Cleaning up especially has become a huge battle.  As soon as she hears the words "Clean up" the immediate response would be "ugh, I'm too tired."

Well I "got tired" of that one pretty soon and let her know that that was not an okay response.  Everytime she said it I would pick her up and lay her in her bed and tell her to take a nap since she was "too tired".  There is no worse punishment for Edee than being put to sleep.

So she stopped saying it.  Then one day, when I told her it was time to clean up, she bent over to pick up something and with a loud grunt of exertion said "Oh...Mommy....I not 'trong enough to pick up my messes."

Excuses, excuses.

Backseat Driver

I would have never imagined that by the age of three my child would become a backseat driver.  Well, she has.  Good grief!

It started a few weeks ago when we upgraded Chicken's car seat and switched the positioning of both his and Edee's seat.  The kids were both excited about the change, until one day Edee noticed that she couldn't "see the road!"  We assured the frustrated little girl that she didn't need to see the road until she was big and driving herself.

But that wasn't the end.  Now when I'm stopped at a light, especially waiting to make a left-hand turn and the neighboring lanes get a green light, I hear the annoyed voice of Edee call out "GO, Mommy!", or "Come on, Mommy, YET'S GO!";  or when we're crawling along in Boston traffic and she yells, "Argh!  Yet's go whaster!!!! GO Mommy!"

You can imagine the exasperation both of us feel.