Circus Tricks

We were taking a bath the other night. You decided that you were going to twirl while standing up in the bathtub. Before I could get the words, "Sit down!" out of my mouth, you slipped and fell and knocked your noggin on the tub. It wasn't a bad fall, it was more of a slip, but you started crying and I grabbed you and put you in my lap. You told me you hit your "noggin" and then, while still crying you said, "flippy-do." Because that's what you call a flip.

What Did you Say?

Giving Daddy a wet willy

This morning we were leaving the house. The dogs were on the couch and you said, "Bye-bye, chickens!" I call the dogs chickens all the time, but you never have. I love your little voice.

And, in more amusing, yet serious matters...you wanted to read Peter Pan this morning. We got to the part where it introduces the children. I said, "there's Wendy." Maybe you heard me wrong because on the next page you pointed to Pan's crotch and said, "there's wienie." Whaaaat? Wendy, Haven, Wendy. Although, in your defense, Peter Pan does wear some pretty tight pants.

Favorites

Your favorite snack? Fru-nack (fruitsnacks) and "Fishies, Gold." Not Gold Fish.

Your favorite babysitter? Monkala (Monika our neighbor).

My favorite thing that you say? When you are whining I ask you what you are doing and you say, "fussin."

My proudest moment recently: we were in TJ Maxx and Grammy was holding you and trying to get around a lady in the aisle and you said, "excuse me."

Every baby's name? Ella. Before that it was Greyson. Your cousin's names.

Favorite clothing item? The tights we got from Hannah. We call them Hannah tights and you inform everyone of what they are. And shoes. You adore your shoes. All of them.

Favorite hairstyle? Piggies.

My other favorite thing you say? You tell me I'm a big girl sometimes. I can only hope that you mean maturity wise and not size-wise. But, I raised you better than that. Mommy is very, very thin.

Step Stools

This morning I told you that you couldn't wash your hands in the bathroom sink anymore without mommy there (because you will fill the sink and then flood the bathroom). We bought you a step stool that you loooove and your favorite thing to do right now is to climb up on it. I guess it gives you a new view of the world. Anyway, after I told you that you couldn't wash your hands anymore, you started crying. I then said that you could play with the stool, just not in the bathroom. You gave me a hug and said, "good girl!"

Today you have been saying, "ummm" alot. I think you hear me say it from time to time especially when you ask me what something is and I don't know how to describe it. But, it's funny when you are saying it because you don't have anything to add to it. You just say, "ummm...." and then stop.

Zippers

I guess I tell Sophie to "zip it!" when she's barking outdoors. This morning you had a hold of the zipper on my vest and you said, "zip it, Sophie." Same word, different meanings.

You amused everyone over Thanksgiving with your many and varied words/pronunciations. Like when we are having company you suddenly turn Italian and you say, "companini." When you want to jump on the trampoline you are also Italian with, "tramponini."

You adore Hannah more than possibly any other person in the world. When you grab her hand to hold it you inform every one around what you are doing by saying, "hands!" Look at me, I'm holding Hannah's hands.

Your sweetness with her makes my heart hurt. You are so incredibly vulnerable. You have no concept of being an annoyance to an older kid. I want to bottle that innocence up and make sure you are never hurt. Although I know you will be and I know that at times I will hurt you. I am so anxious to see you grow sometimes and so enchanted with your personality. I feel impatient wondering what you will become. What will our relationship be like when you are a teenager? In a few short years you won't need to call me to come get you out of bed. You won't need me to kiss your "owies." I am torn between impatience and wanting to bottle up the little person that you are. The person who gives me "stinker face" to be ornery and the person who tells me "back!" when you don't want me too close because you want to do it on your own.

I will love you little girl, no matter what you do or who you become; you are so important and so special and if you want to be a mommy when you grow up or a brain surgeon, I won't care. I will be just as proud. Even if you make mistakes along the way....and you will. I will love you and want to protect you.

Just Being a Toddler

You are such a funny little girl, Haven. You make me laugh all the time. You love slides and when you talk about them it is always a sentence: "slide...fun!" You are so brave. Much braver then the older kids at the park. You go down by yourself. Sometimes you have a scared look on your face but you always do it again.

Brave with slides, you are timid around other children. You will observe them until you feel comfortable. Usually you will pick out an adult or older person and attach yourself to them. Linda, the lady who runs the nursery at church, always comments on how you joined the big kids for the lesson before most other kids do. It's funny because she could get you to sit still and listen, but I can't get you to do the same for me.

Right now you are very interested in your stuffed animals. You will lose it if you are trying to go to bed and we are missing one. You love to lay them down for "night, night." You insist on 3 or more blankets being put on you for naps. You wake up with red cheeks because you are so toasty under there. You can say anything. My current favorite is when I say "ridiculous." You repeat it and with your little voice it sounds so cute, "diculous."

Bossy Boots

You've definitely got the two-year-old "No!" down. In response to every question that is your answer. Are you hungry? No. Do you want something to drink? No. Are you tired? No. Except that you'll eat what I'm offering, drink what I give you, and take a nap when I put you down.

You love Monika, our neighbor. And, get super excited when you hear her talk in her backyard. If she isn't there you say, "Mon-kak. Gone, gone."

My new favorite thing that you say is, "Hold it!" When you want me to pick you up. And, if you are slipping down on my hip because I'm holding you while doing housework, you tell me to "hold it!" again. In case I've forgotten what you want.

You are terrified of thunder and any other loud noises. You can hear a motorcycle from miles away and never fail to inform us of one if we aren't paying attention.

When you are tired you tell your daddy, "Down!" then you turn his head and say, "ear" grabbing his earlobe and holding it while you suck your fingers. Really, you'll use anyone's ear. You aren't picky. But, your preference is for your Daddy's.