Just some conversations, and random things I don’t want to forget…and I know if I don’t put them down here, I’ll never remember them!
Me: What are you doing?
Little M: Just hugging.
Me: Well, please stop hugging your dinner, and eat it. (Yes, she really was)
Little M: We don’t hug food?
Me: Not so much…
Little M: It’s just for eating, not hugging?
Me: Yes, that’s right.
Little M is completely obsessed with having “naked legs,” and not wearing pants. I feel like she should wear her perfectly nice and very cute outfits that have pants with them, so every three or so days…she wears pants. You would think I was ripping off her teddy bear’s head in front of her. Pants are really that devastating. And I don’t get it.
Little M was so excited to wear this pettiskirt outfit, and I became mom of the year when I “let” her wear it all day long. When we were getting in the car at one point, I was buckling her in, and she grabbed my hand, and said “mommy, thank you! I’m just so fluffy!”
The other day little M was in the other room, and when I heard her scream at the top of her lungs “mommy, mommy, mommy! Run, run run!” I came running, in a slight panic to see what was going on. When I got to little M, she smiled and said “you came! That was just like the llama llama book!”
Yes. Yes, it was.
We were at the audiologist this week to do another hearing test and get little M’s hearing aid turned up a little bit more. One of the audiologist’s asked little M how her day was going, and she said “this is mommy’s birthday month. She will be thirty-five.” Bless her heart. I promise I don’t tell her that every day!
Little M: I have a owie belly.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe you should stop eating for a little bit.
Little M: I think it’s just a little gas. I think I need some chocolate.
Little M: Oh no, mommy! What happened?
Me: What happened to what?
Little M: Mooth’s teeth! I can’t see them. Oohhh, no! (Mooth is a stuffed animal, and she’s never seen his teeth, because…they aren’t there!)
Me: I guess they’re inside his mouth?
Little M: Oh good. That’s ok.
Little M (on a pants wearing day) talking to her kitty: I wish I was wearing short pants(shorts). That would make me happy right now.
Little M: you hava beautiful hair, mommy!
Me: Thank you, sweet girl!
Little M: you welcome. Would you like some chocolate?
Me: no< thank you, I'm ok.
Little M: Ok, just me, then? (clever little manipulator…)
Little M: May I watch the clippers?
Me: Clippers? What is clippers?
Little M: You know! It’s clippers, clippers, clippers (in a singing voice)! It’s a big red dog!
Me: Do you mean Clifford? The big red dog Clifford?
Little M: Yes! Let’s watch Clippers!
(Oh. Sometimes communication takes us a few tries. Ha.)