Antics

Some funny things you've said lately:

While looking in Daddy's mouth with a flashlight, you spotted his uvula and exclaimed, "there's daddy's wienie!" He was not amused. I, however, was so amused that I laughed too long and you told me stop.

It was Daddy's birthday yesterday and when you were informed of it you very excitedly informed him that he was two, just like you.

I was in the bathtub and you were in the living room being way too quiet. I asked you what you were doing and you informed me very non-chalantly that you were making messes. You weren't lying. There was a huge powdery mess from a bath-salt you had dissembled on the couch.

I asked you if you were ready for a nap. You said, "no, another day."

Another bathtub adventure: we were in the tub and daddy walked in. You said, "Daddy, I want a beer." Very matter-of-factly.

You have been making messes that are truly astounding at times. Like this one when you put sunblock (diaper cream) on your baby. You told her you didn't want her to have a sun-burn and that is when I ran into your room because I knew it couldn't be good.

And, there was this the other day, when I learned about your preference in men. You saw this picture of John the Baptist and told me he was cute. When I asked if you thought he was cute (because I was sure I must've heard you wrong), you said, "yeah, his shirt is cute." Interesting.

You were sitting on my lap eating cereal and kept grabbing the bowl. I told you to put it down before it spilled. You did, but then after some thought picked it back up. I said, Haven, are you minding. You said, "No, no way. I'm a big girl!" Apparently you were under the impression that big girls didn't have to mind.

While walking Jackie (Nana's dog) on a leash, "this is wonderful!"

Joy Squared

(This is you "smiling" in your new big girl bed)

My sweet little girl. We found out that you are going to have a little sister today. Before we went to the hospital to have the ultrasound, I tried to explain to you that we would be looking at the baby in mommy's tummy. I couldn't see your face since grandma was blocking my view, but based on the commotion you made about turning the lights back on in the room I would say you were completely unimpressed with viewing baby sister. That is not to say that you won't be fascinated when your little sis makes her appearance. You are very into babies.

Little girl, I love you. You are so darling to me. I was expecting a little brother for you. I don't know why, I just thought this little one would be a boy. But, based on how much I love you and how much fun you are, I can't imagine that I will be anything but thrilled when my next little girl makes her appearance. I just want you to know, though, my Haven, that you are so special to me. The whole reason for having another baby is not to replace the one we have, but because you are so great it would be a shame not to repeat the process. Your parents love you and I hope we do a good job of continuing to make you feel like you hung the moon. Even when a new, very special one comes along. We'll think she hung the moon too. We'll think you hung it together.

You are the very best thing that's ever happened to us. Your daddy and I both agree. We want more of the same (but different) this next time around because you give us so much joy.

Yes, You Are

You were jumping on the bed last night when Daddy asked you if you were ready for bedtime and a story. You said, "no, I'm wild." Yes, yes, you are child.

Then, while we were in the bathtub Daddy walked in and you said, "daddy, I want beers." A little while later I asked you if you were ready to get out and daddy would put your pjs on and read you a story. Lately, though, only mommy will do for story time. You said, "no, mommy read story." Daddy asked why mommy needed to read the story and I'm not sure where this came from, but you informed him that mommy had lots of beers and that's why I read the stories. Mommy's pregnant, my darling. She doesn't get lots of beers. Although last night I sure felt like I needed one.

Tough

This morning we were laying in bed together and you uncovered me. I asked you to put the blankets back on me because I was cold. And, you said, "you're okay. You're tough." I love you Haven Grace. You make me laugh.

Your daddy also taught you to say, "a bunch of junk." If you see piles of anything lying around then it is all of a sudden a bunch of junk.

Havenisms

Wrinkles=Sprinkles

Airplane=Hairplane

Oatmeal=Oatmilk

Muffins=Mushrooms

Elevators=Alligators

What you've learned from your Mama:

Mama: "Haven, let's take your shoes off and get in the bath"

Haven: "I too tired."

Translation: I want to take a bath, but I don't want to do whatever mundane or boring thing you have in mind for me to do and would much prefer that you do it instead.

Yesterday, after taking a 15 minute nap.

Mama: "Haven that wasn't much of a nap, aren't you tired?"

Haven: "I feel better now."

You've been sleeping in your "big girl bed" for about two weeks now. We just have the toddler rail on. And, you've been doing amazingly. You seem like such a little grown-up lately. Apparently at mother's day out today you were telling all the ladies how you were tired and ready to go home to your big girl bed.

As told to Daddy today: "Mommy doesn't have whiskers, she has boobies."

Cardigans & Cacti

The most traumatic/exciting thing that has apparently ever happened to you is when we went on a walk with Auntie Fae and you stepped on a cactus. It got stuck in your shoe. I held you while Auntie Fae pulled it out with a stick. Okay, to be honest, I had to hold you because I was laughing too hard to do anything else. At first you were amused by stepping on it and then you freaked out and tried to shake it off. And, I'm sorry, baby, but I got so tickled I was useless. That was about 3 or 4 weeks ago. But, you tell everyone, in a very up-beat, jovial manner that you stepped on a cactus. You won't forget it and you won't let anyone else either.

You have a particular cardigan that you love--your grandma gave it to you for your birthday. I told you once that it was wrinkled so I was going to throw it in the dryer. You are convinced that this cardigan is not wrinkled, but has "sprinkles." I guess they do sound alike.

Happiness

I'm not sure where you picked this up, but lately if daddy or I give you something that you are asking for you'll say, "I happy now." Sometimes you even say it when you are laying down and comfy. It cracks me up every time.