This month, you've asked if everything is either icky, scary, and/or healthy. For instance:
Me: Ooh, Bob and Pep are coming to see you this afternoon!
You: Are dey scawwy?
Me: Bob and Pep? No, they're not scary at all.
You: NO! Dat's siwwy (silly)! Dey not scawwy at all.
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Me: We're having turkey sandwiches for lunch.
You: Are dey icky?
Me: No! Turkey sandwiches are delicious.
You: Mmm mmm! I yuhve turkey samwiches!! Dey're deyicious. Are dey healffy?
Me: Oh yes, very healthy.
You: Are dey a sometimes food? (Many thanks to Cookie Monster for introducing the notion of 'sometimes food' and 'anytime food')
Me: Nope, they're an anytime food!
You: Are chips an anytime food?
Me: Negative. Chips are a sometimes food.
You: Cuz dey not healffy, wight?
Me: Right.
You: Are tables healffy?
Me: Um, tables?
You: Yep! Tables! Are dey healffy?
Me: Well, no, cuz they're not food.
You: Oh yeah! You can't eat tables! Dat's siwwy! Is Mommy healffy?
Me: For the most part, yep. Mommy eats lots of anytime foods to stay healthy.
You: Lemme see! (You then proceed to "bite" me to see if I'm tasty and healthy)
Have I mentioned how you're often very polite in your outright disobedience??
Me: Natalie, please take your table and chair back to the dining room.
You: No sank you, Mommy.
Me: Hmm. I'm pretty sure there wasn't a question in that statement.
You: *giggles* You funny, Mommy.
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Me: Okay, kiddo, it's time to leave the park and go to the grocery store. Let's head toward the van.
You: No sanks, Mommy. I just stay here. You have fun at da gwocery store and I just stay here.
Me: I appreciate your politeness. But move your booty. Now.
There's a new frozen yogurt place by our house. First off, they have amazing frozen yogurt. Second, they have the best toppings (fresh fruit, crushed candy bars, cereal, cheesecake, cookie dough, etc). Third, they have a ping pong table. You are most interested in the ping pong table. We took my parents there one day, and Pep saw how enamored you were with throwing ping pong balls that the next time they came over to our house, Pep brought you two ping pong paddles and two boxes of balls. You were in hog heaven! Your latest favorite game is to sit in the kitchen, dump out all the ping pong balls, and whack them around with your paddle. This is a win-win for both of us. You get to play with ping pong balls and I can rest assured that despite how many balls are in my kitchen, they're not messy, they won't break anything, and they keep you gloriously occupied for at least 2 minutes.
Sesame Street has introduced you to rhyming. And you are now a Rhyming Machine! Of course, you don't quite understand the concept that while "dommy" might RHYME with "Mommy", it's not actually a word. And you get really annoyed when you ask me "What word wymes wiff _____?" and _____ happens to not have a word that rhymes with it. Case in point: "Mommy, what wymes wiff 'wefwigewator'?" Or you'll ask me "What word wymes wiff ____?" and ____ happens to not even BE a word. Case in point: "Mommy, what wymes wiff 'basketballhoopgoal?" Yep, you read that right. Basketballhoopgoal.
You picked up on the concept of opposites in record time. Like nanoseconds. One of your books has a picture of a big kid and a little kid. I explained how 'big' and 'little' were opposites. You immediately asked what other words were opposites. I said that 'loud' and 'quiet' were opposites. And when I said 'tall', you immediately chimed in with 'short'. SO cool. The only problem, as with the rhyming delimma I described above, is when you ask "What's the opposite of ____?" and _____ has no opposite. Like 'cookie'. Or 'basketballhoopgoal'.
Daddy has started something with you we like to call a Racecar Kiss. He'll scoop you up and give you a humongous kiss on the cheek, all the while making the sounds of a revving and shifting racecar. You think it's the funniest thing in the world. And when he's done, you squeal "Dat was a wacecar to da moon!" No idea where you came up with that phrase, but it's painfully sweet.
One of your Let's Delay Bedtime for as Long as I Can tactics is to look around your room and insist that you can't go to sleep without it. Which is why you currently have approximately 249 things in your bed with you. This list is not exhaustive, but includes three baby dolls (one of which was mine when I was your age); two stuffed critters you won from the claw machine at CiCi's (one of which is beYOND creepy looking); three animal finger puppets; a pretend potato chip from your kitchen; a remote control; an Elmo slipper (just one; you left the other one on the floor); a toy teapot; a stuffed Aflac duck that screeches "AFLAC!!!" when you press its rear end; your favorite stuffed bear (that you've named Lauren Bear); Minnie Mouse; Pooh Bear; Clifford; a prairie dog; Larry the Cucumber (from Veggie Tales); your bumblebee Pillow Pet (that you've named Buzz Buzz); one of those toys that you slam on the ground to get him to talk (in this case, it's an angry golfer who says lovely things like "I hate this sport!"); a plastic Easter egg; several animals from your Animal Bowling game; a wooden airplane; a plastic fork. It's impressive how there's still room for you in your bed.
Speaking of your bed, you've been insistent that you have a book with you (or, preferably, 5 books) before you go to sleep. I think it's so cute (and nerdy) that you want to 'read' before bed. And what I love even more is that you're doing SO well in your big girl bed. Sometimes you get up in the middle of the night, but you're so easy to put back down that I don't even mind doing it. Most of the time, though, we put you to bed, you sing and read for anywhere from 10 minutes to 2 hours, then you go to sleep. No fuss (or at least minimal fussing), no nothing. It's glorious.
You've learned new songs at church, MOPS, and Mothers' Day Out, and I LOVE hearing you walk around the house singing them. For instance, right now, you're supposed to be sleeping. Instead, you're flipping through a book singing "My God is so big, so stwong and so mighty, dere's nossing my God cannot do!". Should you be sleeping? Absolutely. Am I going to go tell you to stop singing and go to sleep? Not on your life. Sing away, my sweet love.
So this is your last month as an only child. This is last recap I'll do as a mother of one. If it's possible to be 100% terrified and 100% stoked, that's me. I hope Daddy and I have done an adequate job of preparing you for Buzz's arrival. You seem to understand that I'm not actually giving birth to a Space Ranger, and you seem to understand that we're not actually naming the baby Buzz Yightyear (though if you want to call him/her Buzz, it'll be A-OK with us). You seem to understand that Buzz will cry a lot ("Momma, if Buzz is cwying, I'll pat his back and say 'It's okay, Baby Buzz. Don't cwy!'"). You also seem okay that Buzz won't be able to play with you for a while. This is mainly due to you wanting to play with all of Buzz's toys first ("I'll pway wiff dem first, then I'll yet [let] Baby Buzz pway wiff dem. I gots to show him how to use dem!"). Daddy and I have talked to you a lot about how fun it is to be a big girl and how babies don't get to do NEARLY the amount of fun stuff that big girls can do. So periodically throughout the day, you'll come up to me and list off more things that you can do that Baby Buzz can do. I'm hoping this list will motivate you to help Buzz LEARN how to do these fun things and not rub it in his face that he CAN'T do them yet. So far, these are the things you seem excited to teach Buzz how to do: build a Yeggo (Lego) tower; build a Yincoln Yog (Lincoln Log) house; jump; have a piwwo (pillow) fight with Mommy and Daddy; eat a peanut butter and jewwy samwich; sing Jesus Yuhves Me; cowwor (color); do a somersault; cwimb (climb) up on Mommy and Daddy's bed; dwink from a sippy cup; get dwessed; do da Hot Dog Dance from Mickey Mouse. You also seem excited to feed Buzz a bottle ("but not fiwwed [filled] wiff MY milk - he's too yiddle to dwink MY milk") and to show him how to properly play with his toys (namely his rattle and his tummy time mat). Buzz is so SO lucky to have you as a big sister. I know we'll have our rough days, but I have no doubt that you'll be the most amazing big sister. Know who else is lucky? Daddy and me. We've hit the Awesome Kid Lottery.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
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