Beezie Says

My little Beezie-girl is growing so fast. Although she is only 2 and 3/4 years old, she is now wearing size 4T! She has so quickly moved from sweet mispronunciations like "chlocalate" and "falowler" to speaking in complex sentences. Now the funny things are her random associations. If you want a doozy of a non sequitur just ask her any question beginning with "Why". Although she does still ask for "tessert" and "cimanin toast". Anyway, before they are lost from my mind forever I thought I'd share some of her recent funnies.

Just right now she was eating a mini-snickers when she looked at me with her brow furrowed and said, "You have to watch out for seeds in this." Not so much a fan of the peanuts apparently.

Katrina has a soft green blanket with silky around the edge. She is very, VERY fond of this blanket. She will take it everywhere we let her. Yesterday I decided it was past due time for it to get washed. I may have previously mentioned the time I carelessly grabbed it from her and threw it in the wash. She screamed her head off for 20min without stopping-no exaggeration. Since then I have bribed her to put in in the wash. Yesterday however, she was having none of it. She would just look at me and say "I want my blankie" and THEN KISS IT! After some attempts at negotiation, I finally just took it and threw it in the wash. Fortunately the tears were short lived when we started reading some stories. After I took it out of the wash and gave it back to her, she grabbed it and started kissing it and saying, "I love you, I love you," then she looked at me and said, "Thank you so much for getting me my blankie out to the wash. I love this blanket." Sheesh

Katrina has never sucked a thumb or a pacifier, but ever since she was little she takes the edge of her blanket and pats it against her lips. We were sitting at the table together and I absently started tapping my mouth with the fuzzy zipper pull on my sweatshirt. She looks at me and says. "Mommy, is that zipper your blankie?" I was taken totally off guard and responded, "No, it's just soft, want to feel it?" After solemnly touching it she states, "My blankie is very soft."

I was sitting in a chair playing with Micah and Katrina comes up and informs me, "Micah is hungry. He wants to eat from your booboos." Umm, he hasn't nursed in over two months, I somehow doubt he suddenly has a hankering. But, thanks anyway.

As I was changing the sheets on her bed she came up and asked if she could help. I basically blew her off. She stands on the edge of the bed and says, "When Daddy is making the bed I say, 'Can I help you Daddy?' and he says, 'Yes you can Katrina.' My Daddy is so, so nice." Um, point taken.

The other day she wanted to make a project and I randomly grabbed a church bulletin and cut out all the leaves on the front, which Katrina then proceeded to glue to a piece of paper. Cheesiest craft ever. A few days later it was sitting on the table and she sees it and says, "Remember Mommy when you cut out those leaves for me and I made a project for you? You are so nice, Mommy. I love you. I want to give you a kiss." Nothing like being appreciated.

She is such a little sweetheart, even when she's driving me out of my mind. Love you Beezikins!

December Seventeenth

Micah had his six month well check today. He was a little trooper through his shots. He only cried for a couple of minutes. Katrina was with me on this trip, maybe that helped. She is so sweet. She likes to stand next to him and say, "It's ok baby Micah, don't cry, I'm here with you." If Emily comes she has to stand out in the hall during shot time. =)

I fully planned to take the camera with me to snap a shot of the two of them together at the Pediatrician's office. After running around getting Emily ready for school, the other two ready to go with me, breakfast for everyone, myself ready, it wasn't until I was checking in at the office that I realized I had forgotten the camera. On a side note-we've been having lots of snow here. I had explained to Katrina when leaving the house that morning that I needed to concentrate on driving and couldn't be handing her things. When we pulled into a parking space at the doctor's office she suddenly pipes, "Yay Mommy! You didn't slip on the ice and we got here safe!" It was pretty funny.
Micah's stats are:
17lbs, 1oz
26 1/2 in

The Things They Say

You may remember my previous post about kids saying things that can sound unintentionally incriminating. Well, I have a little follow up here. Recently I bought some fresh thyme to use in a recipe.  Of course they don't sell you just a tablespoon of the stuff, so I had quite a bit left over. I decided to dry it instead of throwing it away. So, it's sitting on the counter spread out on a paper towel. Today as I was making lunch, Katrina climbed up beside me on a chair as she is wont to do. She likes to supervise and snitch bites. Suddenly she proclaims, "Look Mommy, there's your special grass!" pointing to the thyme. I couldn't help but laugh. First my older daughter is calling me a pot head, now the younger one is talking about my special grass. I don't do drugs, I swear! Thank goodness CPS has better things to do then eavesdrop on our conversations.

Oh Joy

A quick little post just for silly, as Emily likes to say. As anyone with kids will tell you, you never know what's going to come out of their mouths next. Usually it's not too difficult to trace the origin of their expressions and exclamations. They usually, for better or worse, tend to repeat what we, as their parents, say. However, this one had me stumped. A few days ago Katrina and I were out running errands while Emily was at preschool. One of our stops was the bank, which Katrina loves because they hand out stickers. As we were waiting in the drive-through, she suddenly exclaims, "My sticker, oh joy!" She proceeds to chant in her little piping voice, "Oh joy, oh joy, sticker, sticker, oh joy!" until she is given her sticker. I was laughing and at the same time thinking, "What?" That is not an expression either Christoph or I use. Occasionally, I will mutter a sarcastic, "oh joy", but I couldn't remember having done it at all recently. Of course I shared this story with Christoph and he was stymied as well. Then today, understanding dawned. My girls both like to watch a show called Backyardigans. Today, Emily woke up very early, so Christoph turned it on for her before he left in the hopes I could sleep a little longer (that worked, by the way). I came downstairs later, just in time to hear one of the characters exclaim, "I get to be in the spiffy club, oh joy!" Hmm...does that mean my kids are watching too much TV? In the last month, I would say definitely, but at least their mom's not in the loony bin, which is the other alternative. :) It is a relief to know she wasn't being sarcastic at the tender age of two.

I'm a Pot Head

So, we have this habit in our family of using "random noun/adjective-head" as a nickname. For example: pumpkin-head, silly-head, goober-head, spaghetti-head. Emily has picked up this habit and will occasionally call me or Christoph some kind of "head". Her favorite is "pot-head." I'm having a hard time figuring out how to tell her that isn't a good nickname. I figure we're going to talk about drugs someday, but four still seems a little young. It also makes me laugh when she says it. Here we are cooking together in the kitchen and she affectionately asks, "Can I stir that, pot-head?" I just can't bring myself to stop her. At the same time, I can just see the reactions if she ever calls one of us that in public. What a nut.

Emilyisms

Emily makes me laugh, probably on a daily basis. I love the little things that come out of her mouth. I just wanted to write some of them down for posterity. This is just a random collection of little things said on many different occasions.

The other day Christoph was telling Emily that she needed to put her shoes on in preparation for them leaving, when he noticed there was something in her shoe. "Watch out," he says, "There's something in there."
"That's Winnie the Pooh," she replies. "He is having a time out."
"Why does Winnie need a time out," Christoph questions.
"He just needed one," she answers magnanimously. The really funny part to us is we have never used time outs as punishment. Something she picked up at daycare and from friends and relatives.

Emily loves to create imaginary friends to play with. For a long time these friends were her real friends that she would "pretend" were visiting. Most often Emma and Madison, or our friends the Lozanos. Now she is branching out and coming up with people who are completely from her imagination. Today it was "Granny Smith Apple Girl". She says to me, "That Granny Smith Apple Girl just wants me to keep talking to her, but I have to leave." "Mean Girl" also made an appearance, trying to throw Emily in the trash and take all her toys. Hmmm.

Today in school Emily made this cool little turkey for her art project. It was really cute. On our way to the car I was exclaiming over it and telling her how cool it looked and how much I liked it. She just looks up at me, kinda nods and says, "Of course you do, Mom." Ah, the absolute confidence of a child.

About three weeks after school got out for the summer Emily comes up to me and says, "You must think I'm sick or something."
I looked at my perfectly healthy girl and asked, "What makes you think that?"
"I haven't been to school or ballet in a very long time" came the perfectly logical reply. Oh honey, that's called summer vacation.

We were in Ecuador getting ready to drive three hours to my parents house. As my brother climbed into the car he muttered "Oh crap". Emily quickly echoed him. He tried to tell her that's not a word little girls should say, but Emily protested, "Why can't I say it if I know what it means?" Of course I had to ask what HER definition of 'oh crap' is. She logically replied, "That's what you say when you think, 'oh no, now what am I going to do'." Nice.

We stayed one night in LA on our way to Ecuador. We rode a shuttle from the airport which Emily thought was very cool. They had a recording that announced the upcoming stops on the way and made little safety announcements, ect. Emily turns to me and asks, "Why does that lady say, 'please don't forget your bags' when the man takes them off the bus for us?" Umm...

Although Emily has outgrown the stage of cutely mispronouncing words, she has moved on to using big words in the wrong context, and making up words of her own. She will occasionally describe things as being romantic, for example "These shoes are so romantic." When she uses a word in the wrong context I love to ask for her definition. The elaborate explanations she comes up with are so entertaining. Recently we were in the car when she stated, "It's almostraffical out here"
"What does 'almostraffical' mean?" I inquired.
"That's when you have to watch very carefully not to hit other cars." she explained. Not far off actually.

Oh my Emily, I love you so. You are such a little firecracker. Sometimes I don't know if I'll be able to stay ahead of you. 

The Name Game

Have you ever tried to explain something to your kid and just felt at a loss? Sometimes it's so hard to take a abstract concept and put it into concrete terms a kid can understand. For example: This morning I was getting Katrina dressed and Emily asks me, "Mommy, what will Katrina's name be when she is as big as me?" I look at her and say, "Her name will be Katrina." It was quite obvious from the look on her face that she was not happy with that answer. "What do you want her name to be?" I asked. "I want it to be Emily, like me," she stated emphatically. I tried valiantly to explain that you get your name when you're born and you keep that name for the rest of your life. Of course as I'm telling her this, all the exceptions start running through my head, but remember I'm trying to keep things simple. After my big explanation, using real life examples of babies being born and getting named, how she was named Emily when she was born; she just looks at me and says, "But, I wanted my name to be Katrina when I was a baby!" Oh boy. I give up.

Sniff Out The Meaning

I just asked Emily if she could sneak upstairs and listen outside Katrina's door to see if she is awake. She comes over to me and says, "Is this how you sneak?" and wrinkles up her nose and sniffs. I look and her with a confused look, and so she repeats the motion and the question. Light bulb for mom, "No, that's sniffing, sneaking means very quietly without running or shouting." "Oh, ok," and off she goes. A few seconds later she comes back. "I don't hear any noise, it's very quiet." Little moments like these just give me the giggles. I wonder how many times I've told her she was sneaky and she thought I meant she smelled bad or something. :)