Right Back At Ya.

It's enlightening to view yourself from your threenager (our new term for Edee) reflecting back to you the things your often do.  Some things are good, some are bad; it happens often.
One example:

I'm typing up a blog post (the one about Edee's dreams) and Edee climbs onto my lap.

Edee:  Mommy, can I watch 'My Yittle Ponies now?'
Me:  One more minute Edee, I need the computer and want to finish typing something.

Edee picks up my phone and starts typing numbers into it.  I'm not really paying attention to what she's doing because I'm typing.  She's quiet for a little while.

Edee, holding up the phone:  Otay, Mommy.  Your one minute is up.  It time for me to watch 'My Yittle Ponies' now.
Me, amused:  Okay Edee.

I start pulling up her show.

Edee:  Dank you Mommy, you were a good yistener (listener).

She'll be a good mommy.

Dream

Yesterday morning and I'm snuggling with Edee on the couch.

Me:  Did you have any nice dreams?
Edee:  Yeah!  A YUCKY dream!!
Me:  A yucky dream??
Edee:  Yeah, it wah weally yucky!
Me:  What happened?
Edee:  A dog pooped in my mouth!
Me:  Yuck!!
Edee:  Yeah, an I spit it out!  I spit it out on the gound outside!
Me:  Goodness.  I'm glad you spit it out outside.
Edee:  Yeah and the dog was pink!
Me:  Oh nice, that's your favorite kind of dog
Edee:  Yeah, I wan a pink dog, and a pink cat.

This morning.  Chicken and I are sitting on the floor and Edee is eating her cereal at the table.  Chicken is now finally calling his sister "Edee", true to the age.  He's getting so big.  I started this blog not long after Edee's little friends dubbed her with the nickname.  Sorry. Reminiscing.  Back to this morning:

Edee (leaning over on her chair and looking under the table at us):  Hey guys.  I wanna tell you someting.
Me:  What's up?
Edee:  Yast night, I had a deam.
Me:  What was your dream about?
Edee: Da Wil' Katts (Wild Kratt's--it's a TV show she really likes)
Me:  Oh yeah?  What happened?
Edee:  Dey were hang-gliding.  Kiss (Chris) was.  An den his yittle budder (brother) catched him!!
Me:  Was is a nice dream then?
Edee:  Yeah. It was.

She sat back up and resumed eating her Cheerios.

I just think it's so cute that she likes telling me about her dreams.

Colored Popcorn

We are driving to church one Sunday morning

Edee:  Yooooook!!!  I see popcorn popping on da apicot teee!!

Me:  Wow, you're right!  Blossoms are coming out on the trees.  It's finally starting to look like spring. Look there's some white ones.

Edee:  Yeah I yike white! I see pink ones!  Pink is my wave-rit (favorite).

Daddy:  Yeah you really love pink.

Edee:  Yeah I love pink ones, an puh-pull ones, an bue one, an red ones....but I don't yike da other ones

Me (to Daddy):  She's referring to all the colors the remain nameless to her because she doesn't like them. 

Daddy:  Look, the grass is starting to turn green, isn't that nice?

Edee:  No....i don yike geen tings.  Just bue...and pink...an puh-pull...an red....an white
Daddy:  White?  You like white over green?
Edee:  I yike white. Not green
Daddy:  You like the snow better than green grass?
Edee:  I Yooooove y-now (snow)!!   I don't yike geen, or to eat any-ting dat's green.  Geen tings are yucky. Oh, oh, except for geen beans.  I yike geen beans.  Yum.  Dose geen beans are good, I yike geen beans but I don yike to eat any odder geen tings.  I don yike geen.  Just pink...an red...an puh-pull an bue..... an, an white....

Daddy:  I think this stretch of road to church really inspires Edee to talk.

Me:  Me too.  

Umbrella

Edee:  "Ah!!  Yook it's my bum-bella!! "
Me:  "Hands off.  We're not bringing the umbrella into the store."
Edee:  "But it's MINE!"
Me:  "No.  Actually it's not.  It's mine.  I had it long before you were born."

We start walking across the parking lot.  A moment later.

Edee:  "I remember when I had a bum-bella, when I was your age."
Me: "Whaaaat."
Edee:  "Yeah, when I was your age, once.  I had a bum-bella."

I couldn't help laughing a little.
Not just because she calls it a bum-bella.
It's not the first time Edee has told me about something that happened when she was my age.  And no....I swear I don't spend all day doing the old folk thing, telling stories all the time about "when I was your age...walking uphill both ways."  At least I think I don't!!

It's Otay

I'm pulling into the parking lot of Target with Edee and Chicken in tow when it hits me that I left the bag of clothes I was going to return at home.  I had a few other things I was going to pick up, but the entire original purpose of going to Target this morning was to return those clothes.

Me:  "Argh......Ugh, I can't believe I forgot the clothes. Grrrrr."

Edee:  "What wrong, Mommy?"

Me:  "Oh, I'm just mad at myself for forgetting something."

Edee (in her sweetest voice):  "It's Otay Mommy."

Me:  "Thanks, Edee."

Edee:  "It's Otay to be upset wit you self when you forget some-ting."

Me:  "Thanks, Edee.  You're right, it is okay. That is nice of you to say, you are a kind person."

Edee:  "I not a person!"

Me:  "Yes you are!"

Edee:  "No, I not a person yet, I just a yittle big girl."

We talk about feelings a lot--like how it's okay to feel a certain way and express emotions in the proper way (instead of throwing tantrums, for example).  It sounds like we are doing a decent job at getting that across. But raising our kids to know that they are people?  Apparently we're not doing so hot at that.