A conversation with Lydia

What? You don't believe that Lydia and I can hold entire conversations... I disagree.

Me: Lydia, I have my camera out... why don't you give me a smile?


Lydia: Oy Vey Mom. Can't you just get that thing out of my face?

Me: But Lydia, it is my job to document your life and I have yet to take as many photos of you as I did of your sister at (almost) 10 months old. So be a dear and just smile for Mommy.


Lydia: I just don't know. What is in it for me?

Me: I'll let you finish my Cheerios.


Lydia: You're going to have to do better than that.

Me: I'll let you play with the TV remote.


Me: That's my girl!


Lydia: Where's my remote?

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Madelisms

While grocery shopping:

Madeline: Lydia, you can't have a cookie. But you can have a hug!!

Then I melted into a puddle on the floor.

I love my girl.

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Funny little things

Madeline applies the weirdest inflections on words. 90% of the time she says mother but just the other day she started saying 'mudder' instead. My mom has a bunch of examples, because she finds it totally adorable. Not that I don't, I just don't have the brain space for that right now. Maybe in a few months...

Today, on the way to our local grocery establishment,* however I captured Madeline as she found her inner Carol Channing.




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*I have been in no way sponsored by this grocery store chain. It is just that her inner Carol is "Channeled"** when shopping here!

** How punny I mean funny am I?

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It's kicking me

Tonight after dinner we were having desert and as I was cleaning the ice cream off of Madeline's face, hands, hair, chin, neck, elbows, etc... I got a swift kick in the side from #2.

Me: Ouch!
Madeline: You ok Mommy?
Me: Yeah babe, the baby just gave me a little kick.
Madeline (While very seriously looking at and rubbing my belly): Baby, be good to our mudder. No kicking.
Me: Thanks honey.

Today was a much better day.


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Further proof she just doesn't get this whole baby thing...

Madeline: The baby is coming today?
Me: No, the baby doesn't come until October.
Madeline: We can cut it out now if you want.
(insert me running and screaming...)

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Madeline: Where is my baby?
Me: Right here. (pointing)
Madeline: No mom, (like duh mom) my baby is coming on an airplane from Florida.

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A parent at the playground: So Madeline, are you having a brother or a sister?
Madeline: NO NO! It's a baby!

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Me: Madeline, where is your new baby?
Madeline: In your baby bump.
Me: That's right. Are you ready to be a big sister?
Madeline: No way!

She could not be more right.

Why photographic proof can be important when you have a two year old

As I was cooking lunch today I overheard Madeline having the following conversation with her toys in the other room.


Madeline: Yes, you are da momma and you are da baby. Oh, don't cry baby. It be ok.

Followed by a long pause.

Madeline: But momma, why you all tied up?


When I walked into the play room I found this:


I about laughed my socks off.

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A conversation with a 26 month old

Conversations from this morning.

Me: Madeline, you need to eat your eggs.
Madeline: But they not green?
Me: No, scrambled eggs are yellow.
Madeline: I don't like yellow eggs. I like green eggs.
Me: Why?
Madeline: Sam I am!

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As I walk into her play room:
Madeline: I playing.
Me: Yes. You are playing with your Potatoes*.
Madeline: I like playing alone. You can go away.

*Mr. Potato Heads

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Happy Birthday

Madeline is a little obsessed with birthdays. She sings Happy Birthday all day long. She wraps anything she can find in napkins or blankets and proclaims them, 'happy birthday presents.' My favorite so far, a piece of chewed up chicken she decided she "no yike it" so she wrapped it up and handed it to me. Thanks sweet baby.

Last night at dinner she handed me a wad of ham and said:

"Happy Birthday. I make you a sam-itch*."

Kevin and I fell out laughing and I proclaimed that the best reason to have children ever. They never stop making you laugh.

My birthday may have been 6 months ago, but I think that is still the best present.

*That is sandwich for those of you who don't speak 23 months.

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Hanging out with the sunshine

The sun is finally out and the weather has temporarily warmed up. I am such a happy camper I can't even begin to tell you how much of a difference that makes to my overall sanity.

How do you make a beautiful day at the park even better? You share it with some friends!

We met Leo and Becca at the park today and I snapped some photos while the kiddos ate a snack.

Leo: So Maddy, I hear you've never had fruit snacks?
Maddy: It's true... what are they?

Leo: They are really good, especially those green ones right there.

Maddy: Wow, Leo! You were right. These are yummy! Mmmm.

Leo: Is that your mom with the camera in our face?

Maddy: Mooooom!? Can't a girl have any privacy?

We had a great time!

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What's a plane crash without a little humor.

I am sure you all heard about the plane crash in NYC today. I had the living room TV on as I got Madeline up from her nap. They were showing footage of the plane in the Hutson River.

Madeline: As she walked up to the TV, "Momma, air butt!"

Me: "That's right Madeline."

Madeline: "Momma?" looking at me very confused "Air butt swimming?"

I tried not to fall out of my chair. Honestly, I tried.

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Did you know?

Did you know that printers will not print unless they are at room temperature? I didn't until ours gave us an error message that said something like,

"Do you know how cold it is out here on the porch? I am @%#&-ing freezing you @$$hole! I'm not doing your bidding until I am at least at ROOM TEMPERATURE!!! "

To which I replied, "Whoa printer! What's with the toilet mouth?"

Then I checked myself into a clinic for those who talk to their electronic devices.

The End.

Conversations

Last night:

Kevin: When is Madeline going to bed?
Me: Not soon enough.

That doesn't make me a bad parent, right?

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20 month olds say the darnedest things

Last week I was getting ready to serve lunch when Madeline marched up to me. She asked for some yummy nummies (aka, food) so I told her I was cooking.

So she marched over to the mircrowave, pointed at it and said, "Mommy cooking."

I guess I am not going to be winning the Martha Stewart award for best home cooking. That is unless they have a microwave category.

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Madeline is a super genius.* How do I know this? Yesterday I picked up her water from the floor and set it on the coffee table. A few minutes later Madeline said, as clear as day, "Momma, where my water go?"

I about died. A 20 month old, with a five word sentence. FIVE words! Impressed yet?

*please read this with a sense of humor and a large grain of salt!

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Madeline loves Little People. She has a ba-gillion of them. (Ok, more like 30.) She calls them her "guys." One of her favorite activities is to count them. We dump them on the floor and then count them as we put them in a large bowl. About three weeks ago I was in the kitchen and she was making a lot of noise in the living room. When I walked in the room and asked her what she was doing she had the Little People in the bowl and was using a wooden spoon to stir them. Her reply,

"Guy cooking."

Is this another reason to be concerned?


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what the...

Madeline is down to one nap a day. (unless she is at Doodlebugs, then she still takes two, but I digress.) I try to have her nap in the afternoon. It works best with our schedule. Today however, at 10:45am Madeline and I had the following conversation:

Maddy: Momma, nigh nigh.
Me: Madeline, do you want to go to bed.
Maddy: Yesss. Mad-line bed.
Me: are you sure?
Maddy: Yessssss.

So I changed her dipe, read her a book and put her down. She slept for 3 hours.

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Now, fast forward to 4pm, only two hours and 15 min since she woke up from this 3 hour nap.

Maddy: Nigh nigh.
Me: You can't really want to nap again can you?
Maddy: Nigh nigh.
Me: You want to get in bed with Grover and Kiki?
Maddy: kiki! go-vie!
Me: Ok.

So I made sure she was dry, put her in bed, and I haven't heard a peep from her since. I think I am living in the twilight zone. My big hope is that this doesn't mean she is sick. She isn't acting sick... but you know how that goes. One minute fine, the next minute pukie, pukie...

For now I am creeping around the house trying to be quiet!

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Jokes heard on Halloween 2008

Why did the mouse steal my joke? Because it was cheesy.

Where were the first french fries made? In grease.

Knock knock. Who's there? Silent Cow. Silent Cow who? ......................

Why did the chicken cross the internet? To get to the other site.

What did Tennessee? The same thing Arkansas!

Where does the hamburger like to dance? The meat ball.

What runs all around the yard, but never moves? A fence.

And my personal favorite:

Why was the math book so sad? Because he was full of problems.

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da butt

Yesterday, before apple and pumpkin picking we ran some errands. While getting out of the car in a parking lot Madeline and I had this conversation:

Madeline: da butt, da butt, da butt.
Me: What? Where?
Madeline: da butt. (pointing to a small bus in the parking lot) da butt.
Me: Do you mean the bus?
Madeline (with a huge grin on her face and still pointing): DA BUTT!

Fast forward to today (again running errands) as a small airplane was flying overhead:

Madeline (pointing up at the plane): Momma!
Me: Yes Madeline? What is that?
Madeline: air-butt!

I L.O.V.E. these moments.

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A converstation with my grandmother

Tonight at dinner with my Grandma, a good Irish woman, we were talking politics.

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G-ma: I've known who I am voting for even before the conventions.
Me: Who is that G-ma?
G-ma: O'Bama, because he's Irish.

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I love my Grandma. She is always good for a laugh.

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A conversation with my mother

My mom stopped in last night as I was posting the new header picture.

Mom: She really does look like Kevin. Except for her eyebrows, that is all you.
Me: Of all the features I could have given her that would not have been my first choice.
Mom: What are you talking about, you have a beautiful eyebrow.
Me: Yeah, that is kinda the point.


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