Blog

I just finish posting the previous blog post.  I sigh.
Edee looks over at me; she's wrapping some yarn around my phone.

Edee:  "Are you haffing a hard time?"
Me: "No, I'm fine."

A minute later I catch her looking at me out of the corner of her eye with a little grin.

Me:  "What?"
Edee:  "I don know."

Another minute passes.

Edee:  "What is dis you are doing on da compooter?"
Me:  "Writing on my blog."
Edee:  "A bog?  What is a bog?  Can I wite on you bog?"
Me:  "Okay."  I hand her the laptop.
Edee:  "I'm witing about da air-pane (airplane)."

iloyrdrfghuop//ljawj,,mznniiiugrtti,oiufgiiyjtjujjjjjiigoopojhj/pipohiruyud         oowetl;kggh llmnvvmhkkjehuusdadfdfiuoodhhl;

jjjj

fdyihooieyikkj vijloj xhkg ; ht' ktyfyuv trf6wedefdtredeftff

Me:  "Okay.  Can I have the computer back now?"
Edee:  "No, I not done."
Me:  "Here's my phone.  Why don't you type to Daddy about what you blogged about?"

I pull up a hangout with Daddy and give her the phone while I type this up.  As I'm doing so, she's typing up a message for Daddy and is narrating aloud.

Edee:  "I am goin to Gampa's house on an air-pane.  An I an going dere and dere are cats dere.  I yove you Daddy because I yove paying wit you and dawing wit you and I yove Daddy yo much and I yove paying wit him a yot of da times, and I yove going to Grampa's."  She pauses and looks at me. "Gampa is your mudder, wight?"
Me:  "Right"  (She says Gampa for both Grandma and Grandpa...)
Edee: "I yove my mudder's mom because her is fun. I yove mommy's mudder so much."  Pausing again, talking to me:  "I yike your mudder too--and I yove you daddy."

We send the message to Daddy.  It looks like her previous typing up on the blog. I tried telling her she typed the word "egg" but no amount of convincing had her believing me.

I get an response from Daddy:  "Hi child.  Or convulsing wife."

She then pulls up my camera and takes a picture of what she wrote on the computer.  I'm just observing this.

She then gets distracted with taking a few pictures of her face, then her rear end.
 I.....just don't know.  All I know is this all just got documented for posterity.

Morning

Daddy let me sleep in this morning.  It was much appreciated; Edee had climbed into bed with us at least two or three times last night and interrupted both of our sleep.  He may have been the one who got up with her each time....but I need more beauty rest than he does, and he knows this.

It was about 8 o'clock and Daddy finally let the kids loose to rouse me from my deep slumber.  Edee was the first to make it upstairs and jump on me in bed.

Edee:  "Mommy, I wake-ed you up.  Can I watch some more 'Dis Old House?'"

Now I know what they've been up to all morning.

Me:  "No....that's a daddy show, and he's getting ready for work right now."
Edee:  "Hey!  But I yike Dis Old House!  Girls can watch it too, Mommy!"

Way to call me out on my gender stereotyping when I classified a home-improvement show as a "Daddy Show".  I am proud of my girl.  And she really does love watching Ask This Old House.  I'm glad of this because in a few years she can be Daddy's assistant to all his projects and I can spend more time where I belong, in the kitchen.

Chicken was next to make it to the bed.  He does what he usually does--jumps on me yelling "Mommy!" and gives me a big hug.  Then he says:  "Gashesh!!  'Ere you go." He grabs my glasses off the night-stand and tries to put them on my face.  Today they were more like smashed on my face and the hinge bent, but luckily it bent back without snapping.

And thus a new day with Edee and Chicken has begun.  Good morning.

Awww, Cute.

We are driving to the YMCA.  As a tangent, let me tell you, the membership has been more than worth it--not only because I enjoy having a pool to take the kids to and a place to work out, but because babysitting is included.  That means if I want two hours to "ride a bike" (AKA: read a book while slowly pedaling my feet), I have it on any given day.

We were listening to a kids' audiobook on the way over (it's only 4 and 1/2 miles away, but any amount time in the car for kids can be too long) and the characters in the book were visiting an aquarium.  There was mention of a baby shark.

Edee:  A baby s-yark!!  Awwww!!!  A baby s-yark!!  Cute!!
Chicken:  Coot! Awww!!!  Coot!!  Baby yahk!! Awwwwwwww!!!  Cooooot!! Awww!  Baby yahk! Cooot!!

I wish I could provide a visual of Chicken when he thinks something is cute and does this.  He lightly clasps both hands and places them on the side of his face, leaning his cheek on them.  He learned it from Edee, she does the same thing.

Trust me, you would be saying "Awwww, cute!", too, if you saw it.

Fan Fight

It's early morning, I have just come downstairs with the kids.  Chicken turns on a fan by the window and Edee immediately protests.  She turns it off.  He turns it back on.  You get the idea.

Edee:  No,  Chicken!! I don't yike a windy seasons!
Me:  What don't you like?
Edee: Da windy seasons!! I don't yike 'em!!
Me:  Windy seasons?
Edee: Yeah!  I don't yike dem, Chicken!

I don't quite know where she comes up with this stuff.  We already knew that "snow season" is her favorite season, and now we know "windy seasons" are her least favorite.

Why?

Clayton has started asking "Why?" lately.  Like a lot.  And repeatedly.  I thought this stage didn't come until later? Either way, it is here, and here to stay.

I try to answer his train of "whys" for as long as I can and not cop out with saying "because", but apparently I still do it since when Daddy asked him why he was doing something the other day he replied with a proud "A-cus!!"

Why are these kids so cute?  Why?

More Chicken Chatter

Kids change how they talk all too fast.   I know they are supposed to grow up and it's a good thing and all (some days a really, really good thing), but I love the sweet little things they say.

Chicken used to always refer to a butterfly as simply a "by".  Now all the sudden he's calling it a "budda-by".
*sniff sniff*.  Growing up.

He's also started counting--only when Edee's getting in trouble though.  I'll hear, "YOP IT!! ONE, TWO!!! EIGHT!!".  I'm crying inwardly again, but for different reasons this time.

Chicken also calls a mosquito a "key-tow" while Edee calls it a "bas-see-tow".  It's especially cute when she's talking about a "basseetow bite".

He has also become pretty skilled with jumping and throwing.  After a jump he's particularly proud of he'll yell out "EEEE- dat???"  (Did you see that?)

Did I mention he'll be two in less than two months?

On the Phone

Edee was on the phone with Grandma.  She had been asking me a bunch of questions about the cats at Grandma's house (we will be flying there in a few weeks) and I told her I didn't know and to call and ask Grandma.

I'm observing the conversation as it shifts from cats to our house.

Edee:  An dis is our wibbing woom (living room), and dis is da T.V.  Do you hab a T.V?  Good.  An do you see dis box?  An dis one?

She's walking around touching things and pointing to rooms as she's saying this.

Me:  Edee, she can't see what you are pointing at.  Just talk to her.
Edee:  Okay....oh, oh, oh, wait.  And dis is our ki-chen, and da table, and da tares (chairs).
Me:  Edee, she can't see it.
Edee (in a matter-of-fact, "duh, Mom" voice):  I know.  Dat's why I teying (telling) her all about it.
Me:  Well...alrighty then.

Can't argue with that.

Lazy

Me:  Edee, go throw that away.  We don't leave trash on the floor.
Edee:   No, I too tired.  I nee to lay here on the couch.
Me:  Hey, lazy bones!  Get up and throw this away!  Where do you think you get those lazy bones from anyways?  From Mommy or Daddy?
Edee:  Umm......hmmmm.....from Chicken.

Well played.

Bored

I've tried to avoid using the word "bored" around my kids.  It slipped out the other day when Edee was bouncing off the walls--I asked her if she was bored.

I didn't know if she knew what it meant, until today when Edee came up to me, obviously seeking some entertainment, and said, "Mom, I sooo boring.  I want to do a caft (craft)."

Well, she's just about figured out what it means.  Time to start teaching the adage that "only boring people get bored".  

Pies

Edee and I were talking about making some muffins out of an acorn squash we had on the counter.  I was telling her that it was kind of like a pumpkin and would taste good in muffins, just like how pumpkin tastes good in muffins.

Edee: Memah (remember) when we got a pumpkin and made it to a pie?
Me: Yeah I do remember that.  We made lots of pumpkin treats with that pumpkin.  Pumpkin cheesecakes, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin milkshakes, and pumpkin whoopie pies with lots of delicious cream cheese frosting!!
Edee:  Yeah!  a YOT of fost-in for da big poopie pies!
Me:  The what pies?
Edee:  Poopie pies?
Me:  You mean whoopie pies.
Edee:  Oh!  Ha ha ha ha whoopie pies! Oh wight.
Chicken:  A Pink-a-Pie!!
Me:  Not Pinkie Pie, Chicken.  Not poopie pies either.
Edee:  Ha ha ha ha ha!!
Chicken:  Pink-a-Pie!!!  Pink-a-Pie! Pink-a-Pie!!!

Pinkie Pie is Edee's favorite character from My Little Ponies.  Apparently his favorite too.  Personally, I prefer the pumpkin whoopie pies (with delicious cream cheese frosting) above all the before-mentioned pies.

Funny

I don't know why it took me THREE YEARS to figure out how magical driving in the car with little ones can be.... all you need is an annoying kids' songs cd playing in the background.  Maybe I didn't have any clue what an impact it would have on the peace level in the vehicle.  Or maybe the thought of listening to kids' singing off-tune to senseless nursery rhymes was really unappealing (probably most likely the case).  Either way, driving is fairly pleasant now with the kids.  I'll take the annoying songs over screaming any day.

The kids especially like the "No More Monkey Jumping on the Bed" song on one of our CD's.  This version tries to be all hip and new-agey, which, let's be honest, is obnoxious...but it works for them.  The "doctor" in the song will have a different, goofy voice from verse to verse.  There's one point when the doctor sounds really silly when he's scolding Momma Monkey.  The kid's laugh every time.

While driving back from church we were hoping a certain little Chicken would doze off for his nap.  We didn't have any luck until we were just a few yards from our driveway and he started nodding off.  Daddy decided to keep going to secure the nap.  I had looked back and saw he was conked so we headed back.   Just a moment later, the silly Doctor voice  in the monkey song played on the speaker.  Suddenly, from the back seat we hear:  "Ha ha ha! Wunny!!"  I turned around just in time to watch Chicken's eyes flutter closed as he instantly fell back asleep.

I think that he was trying to hold out on his nap until he listened to that part of the song and his tired little body just couldn't hold out.  But his mind didn't give up!

Toad

The kids and I were spending the afternoon in the backyard while Daddy mowed the lawn.  He had brought the kids a toad that had hopped in front of the mower.  Edee loves toads.  Some tolerate her better than others; this one was avidly trying to escape her tight little grasp.  Once she brought it over to me, showing me that it was "sleeping" on it's back.  My stomach churned and I declared him dead... just as he popped up and hopped away.  He didn't manage to get that far from Edee, unfortunately for him.  Clever escape tactic though.

When Daddy was done, he parked the lawn mower and came over to check on everybody.

Daddy:  How's it going with the toad, Edee?
Edee:  Good.  I'm taining it.
Daddy:  Training it to do what?
Edee:  To not hop away fom me.

Training continued and I got distracted with uploading pictures on my phone.  Chicken also decided he wanted up on the mower so I humored him and helped him into the seat for a pretend ride.  Edee comes up to us holding out her hand.

Edee:  Yook!  I foun a catapiyahr!
Me:  Nice.  Hey....where is your toad??
Edee:  I put it in da dirt, an put da dirt ovah it so dat it woudant hop away anymore.
Me:  Ack!!  You buried your toad!!!!???
Edee:  No no no.  It wadant dead.
Me:  You buried it alive!!  It might be dead now!  Show me where you buried it.

The toad was quickly excavated.  It had been placed in a shallow pit and completely covered in damp earth.

Me:  Oh no....Edee....it's.....it's alive?  Oh my gosh.   Don't you ever do that again.

Training was over at that point. Daddy returned the toad to live a free, happy life...though I'm sure he's scarred for the remainder of it.

Nothing

Me: What did you learn about in church today, Edee?
Edee: Nuffing.
Me:  Nothing?  Seriously... you are too young to be saying that. What did you talk about in class?
Edee: Nuffing.
Chicken: Nuh-fin! 
Me:  No... and you are definitely way too young to say that!  Chicken what did you learn today in church?
Chicken: Nuh-fin!

And they both start running around the table.  Alrighty then.

Spell It Out

Edee:  Mommy, I want to pay beedts.
Me:  No, I'm sorry.  Last time you played with my beads you made a huge mess and wouldn't clean it up.  You're not allowed to play with my beads anymore.
Edee:  No no no.  I want to pay beedts.
Me:  Edde, I said no.  Don't ask again.

A few minutes later

Edee:  Mommy, I want to pay beedts.  B-A.  Beedts.
Me:  I already said no.....wait, are you saying beads?
Edee:  No no no.  Beedts.  Beedts.  B-A-B.  Beedts.
Me:  Say it again.  Bees?  You want to play bees?  I don't understand.
Edee:  Beedts.  Q-R-S, Beedts.
Me:  Beads?  Bees?  Beets?  I have no idea.
Edee:  Dat one (she points to the screen saver on our TV screen of a beach).  Beedts.
Me: OOOOOOHHHHHH.  Beach.  I see.  Okay, let's play beach....

Why didn't you just say so?

The fact that she was trying to spell it out for me when she can't spell yet was just priceless.

Jog

Edee crawls into bed with me this morning.  As usual she's our wake up call.

Me (to Jeff):  What time is it?
Jeff:  6:15
Me:  Ugh.  Okay.  I'm going to go on a jog.
Edee:  No Mommy!!!  I don't want you to go on a gog!  I want you to yuggle me.  Don't go on a gog.

I think it will be a sad day when she figures out those "S" and "J" sounds.  I'll miss hearing about yuggles and gogs.