Ankle Biter

Little Sister recently chewed a stick-on tattoo off of her arm. She attempted to chew off a scrape from her leg, but was not as successful seeing as it is much more awkward to bite your own ankles.

How to Stop a Sugar Theif

The child recently developed the habit of sneaking sugar from the sugar bowl throughout the day. On several occasions I've caught her sitting on the floor of the kitchen with the bowl in her lap. Usually though, she'd just sneak the lid off and grab a pinch when no one was looking (or so she thought). So when it was time to refill the bowl this time around, we filled it with sugar packets. The look on her face when she reached in to sneak a pinch was priceless! She's slowly learning that Mama sees everything :)

Trust Me, I'm a Doctor

I have been under the weather as of late. I had a fever and was very achy and sore. The Child wanted to sit on my lap, so I told her she could, but she had to be very gentle. She said "Okay, Mama, I'll be gentle." She climbed into my lap then told me to bend my face down to hers. I did and she gave me an Eskimo kiss and butterfly kisses on my cheek. What a sweetie.

Today, I had to go to the doctor today for some breathing treatments. The Child was not happy about this, and was trying to convince me to stay home. At one point she walked over with her Dora Backpack full of little toys and said, "It's okay, Mom. I'm a doctor." It was hilarious and sweet and reminded me of something else she used to do....

Several years ago my husband worked at a tire place and as a result, we had tons of these little screwdriver type tools all over the house. One day she was playing Doctor with one of these tools. She came at Daddy with it and when she saw the look of concern (and maybe fear) on his face she gave him a very serious look and said "Don't say 'Ow'."

I Love You This Much

Every night when I tuck the Child in and tell her I love her she says, "I love you this much," holding up 4 fingers, then follows with, "But I love Daddo this much," and holds up 5. I think she's still mad about "leaving" him (dropping him off) at the airport.
EDIT:: We recently discovered that she was telling me she only loves me 4 as opposed to Daddo's 5 because when she tells me she loves me, I tell her I love her two.

The Child often creates remakes of songs. One of her favorites is "The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the shirt." Just now she made up her own verse to "He's got the whole world in his hands" that went "He don't got Gigi in His hands," because she was looking for Gigi (her stuffed Giraffe) and couldn't find him.

I Got No Nuts

Earlier today I was cleaning out my car and switching Sister's carseat from an infant carrier to a larger, transitional carseat. After about 30 seconds of work, I realized the girls were going to have to join me in the car while I worked so I could see them. I was having quite a bit of trouble with the new carseat and was getting frustrated. Having both girls in the car was only making it more annoying. The following conversation is the result of that frustration and my Child's odd sense of humor and imagination.

"Child, can you please not sit there?......Child do not try to squeeze past me, there's no room......Ugh! Child you are driving me nuts!"
"You got nuts, Mama?"
"Yeah I got nuts- you and your sister. You are both nuts! And you're making me nuts too!"
"No, Mama. God made all of us. And he gave us nuts. He gave me nuts, Sister nuts, Daddo, Grandma....but not you. God didn't give you nuts."
"Oh, I think he did- he gave me you and you are a nut!"
"No, Mama. You don't have any nuts in your life."
( I then proceeded to crack up, since with my husband being in the Navy there has been quite a lacking of, um....nuts....in my life.)
She looked at me, and rolled her eyes then said, "No, Mama. You just crazy."
More cracking up. Lots more.

She likes it!

Scene: All the toys are out of the cabinet and on the floor. I can hear Sister screaming, but I can't see her.

"Child what are you doing?"
"Sister is hiding."
"Don't put her in the cabinet!"
"But she likes it!"
"Then why is she screaming and why are you holding the door closed?!"
"She likes it...."

One of those days....

Today has been one of those days where you're sure the kids were replaced by aliens in the night. First, I was awoken by "Mama, can you wipe this poop off my foot?" Sister caught on to the atmosphere quickly and within 20 minutes had bitten off the tip of a marker and squished the Child's favorite chapstick all over. I decided we needed to get out of the house and set up a last minute play date with Auntie. (We do this often, since her kids are close in age and they live very close by). We ended up missing the play date though.



I guess in the Child's world, "pick a snack out of the cabinet" sounds a lot like "take an union out of the cabinet and pulls the dried peels off, leaving the papery pieces all over the floor." And "don't be so rough with Sister" translates to "sit on her until she screams."



Hopefully we'll still be able to make the lunch part of our play date. If the kids aren't ready when I am, I just may leave without them.....AAAAAHHHH!