Jesus' Birthday

Edee:  Hey--what are you doing?
Me:  Taking down the Christmas decorations because Christmas is over.
Edee:  Oh...Humm...wait so.....so, how old did Jesus turn?
Me:  Um....good question....hmmm... I don't know.
Edee:  Oh I tink him turned four.
Me:  Oh, really?
Edee:  Yeah, him was free but now him is four.
Me:  Well he's much older than that....

At least that much I know.

Christmas Prayer

Edee:  Dear Heav-eney Fadder:   Dank you for dis day.  Dank you for da food.  Dank you dat we might be safe.  Dank you dat Jesus will be safe in Mary's tummy.....

Merry Christmas from Edee and Chicken!

Lightning

We are driving to Eva's speech appointment in the morning.  I apparently was having a really hard time because I made two wrong turns to get there.  It's not far away and not hard to get there, my brain was just a million other places.

After I made the first wrong turn:
Me:  Sorry Edee, I have lost my mind....we need to turn around.

After the second wrong turn:
Me:  Ugh, I did it again!! Sorry Edee...we have to turn around again. What is my deal??
Edee:  I tink Yightning ha yost her mind.
Me:  What?  Who is Lightning?
Edee:  Her is our car.
Me:  Oh...I forgot that we named our car.  Ha ha, yes, let's blame this on the car....

She's awesome like that.
Let's not dwell too much on the fact that I made two wrong turns to get there, rather, I had the wrong time it started on my mind and completely missed the appointment.  I can't blame the car for that one!!

Wedding

Edee:  Mom, why are you going to you fend's (friends) weddeen (wedding)?
Me:  Because weddings are special occasions and we want to be there for our friends and family when they get married.
Edee:  Oh.  I'm going to have a PINK cake at my weddeen.
Chicken:  Me too!
Me:  I don't doubt it.
Edee:  Yeah, a big pink cake.  And den I'm going to cut it in haff and kiss my hubband when we are eating it.
Chicken:  Me too!!

Twenty

Edee:  One!!  Two!!  Free!
Chicken:  Two!!  Fwee!  Eight!  eyeven!  ee-teen!  two-teen!
Edee:  siss-teen!!
Me:  Alright, alright, alright.  If we are going to count, we better count right.  Let's do it together.  One, two, three.....(we I count all the way to twenty).  Good job guys.
Edee:  Chicken!!  We did it!  We counted to the highest number ever!!!!
Me:  Well, no.  Twenty is not the highest number ever.
Edee:  What's the highest number?
Me:  There is no highest number. There are infinite numbers.
Edee: Yet's count to it!!
Me:  Uh...let's just start with twenty.  Twenty is a pretty high number, after all....

Corn Cakes

Edee and I are reading a book in which a little girl makes corn cakes for wild animals.
We finish the book.

Me: And....that's why we shouldn't feed wild animals.
Edee:  Yeah.  Let's read it again.
Me:  Okay.

We start reading it again.

Edee:  We should make some corn cakes!
Me:  To make for wild animals?
Edee: No.  To make for ourselfs.
Me:  I'm not sure how to make corn cakes.
Edee:  First you take some corn. Den you take some yemmen (lemon).  Den you add da wadder (water). Den you add more yemmem.  Den you mix it up. Den a yittle bit more wadder.  Den you bake it.
Me:  For how long?
Edee:  For free (three) minutes.  Right.  Dis is how you make corn cakes.  We need to make a lot for our fends (friends).

I'll let everyone know how that goes.

Mermaids

We are driving in the car.  This is often a time for deep conversational topics--like "mermaids"

Edee:  Mommy, why aren't mermaids real?
Me:  Because someone used their imaginations to make them up.
Edee: Why did dey do dat?
Me:  Because maybe someone thought they existed at one time, but now we know they don't and they are fun to imagine.
Edee:  But I want them to be real.
Me:  I know.
Edee:  I want to see one.
Me:  I know, they are just for our imaginations
Edee:  And movies
Me:  And books, and pictures
Edee:  Well lions aren't real.
Me:  Lions are real!!  Just because you don't see something doesn't mean it isn't real.
Edee:  Jesus isn't real.
Me:  Jesus is real!  Honey....some thing are real and some things aren't; people have to choose what they believe in.  And even then they aren't always right.
Edee:  I want mermaids to be real.
Me:  Okay.  You can believe in mermaids if you want.  I don't see any harm in that for now....

Ironic that this came up right when I've been having some of that Santa guilt and wondering if it will cause a belief crisis later in life.  These are tricky lines we walk in parenting....

Elf

We are Elf on the Shelf people....barely.  I say barely because our Elf "Peetie" doesn't join us until the first day of the "12 Days of Christmas" and sometimes he gets forgotten.  Or, like last night, sometimes he does something exciting like have a marshmallow fight with some of the toys in the living room, but then Daddy will come downstairs in the early morning with Chicken....

I'm still in bed when Edee comes up to my room

Me:  Edee, did you see Peetie this morning?

Edee: Yeah he was by da boxes!!

Me:  Oh...that's it?

Edee:  Yeah.

I come downstairs.  All the marshmallows are gone.

Me:  Daddy....I came downstairs last night and saw that Peetie had got into the marshmallows....where did they go?

Daddy just looks at me bewildered and perplexed.

Me:  Chicken did you see some marshmallows?

Chicken:  Yeah!  Eat dem!!!

Me:  Daddy, where were you??

Daddy (sheepishly):  Uh...I must have fallen asleep on the couch. 

Apparently.  Mystery solved.

But there are more mysteries about this Elf to be solved.

Edee:  Mommy, why does Peetie have a tag on him?

Me (oops):  Uh....I don't know.  Why do you think?

Edee (sounding a little disappointed):  Oh.  I tink he is a toy.

Me:  Well, maybe Santa makes his elves like toys at his workshop to be his helpers.

Edee (perking up a little):  Yeah! 

She thinks about it for awhile.

Edee:  I tink my toys come alive at night.

Me:  Maybe they do.

Really.

Daddy pointed out that I had forgot a couple important common Chickenisms- "weally bad" and "weally" (really bad and really), which he'll add to his statements for emphasis.

Example:

This morning I changed Chicken's diaper and asked him if he wanted to take a bath.  He said yes, so I sent him up the stairs pant-less and diaper-less.

He starts to giggle.

Me:  Do you feel free?
Chicken:  Yeah!
Me:  I bet you do.  Don't get used to it.
Chicken:  I an weally naked!!  I an weally naked wight now!!


I can't think of an example of when he says 'really bad', but he'll repeat it over and over when he does.  Funny little man.

Little Sister

Edee:  Hey!!  Chicken is cutting up my cown (crown)!

Me:  Sorry....we can make another one.

Edee:  I wish I had a yittle sister.

Me:  Why?
Edee:  Because.  Because.....yittle budders are hard.  Yittle budders are hard for me.  

Me:  Sometimes they're hard.

Edee:  I want him to be Yizzy's yittle budder.

Lizzy has a little sister.  I think she's calling for a trade.

Chickenisms

Chicken has been so chatty and is saying things I've never heard him say before all at once.  It astounds and entertains me.  A few of the things that have been sticking around for the past while, however, need to be documented before all these new-found phrases crowd them out.

First and foremost, the word "anymore", pronounced "ih-wee-moah".  This frequents his vocabulary and is most of the time used incorrectly.  He seems to think that by tagging "anymore" at the end of a phrase, it makes the subject a negative.

Examples:

Me:  Are you poopy?  Let's go change your diaper.
Chicken: No!  I an poopy, ih-wee-moah!!  (I'm not poopy)
Me:  Chicken, finish your dinner.
Chicken:  No, I yike dis, ih-wee more!  (I don't like this)

Or, today:

Chicken:  I'n a pin-siss!!  (I'm a princess).
Me:  No....Chicken, remember?  You are a prince. A handsome prince!
Chicken:  No!  I'n a pince, ih-wee-moah!!!!  I'n a pitty pin-sess!! (....he would rather be a princess over a prince.  This is what happens when you have an older sister and play everyday with her and her friends).

You get the idea.  All throughout the day we're hearing "ih-wee-more".

It's also humorous how he'll add "wor-effah" (forever) at the end of a statement to show emphasis.

Like:

"No Eddee!  I want dat, ih-wee-moah, WOR-EFFAH!!!

Last one: he'll end something he says with the word "maybe".  It doesn't seem to have any meaning to him other than he may feel a little more grown up using such a cool new word.

Oh Chicken, Chicken, Chicken.