Hop Hop

The reason there is a two year old screaming "HOP! HOP!" at the top of her lungs in front of my refrigerator is because I won't let her have her chocolate Easter bunny. Apparently that is so mean, so traumatic that she has forgotten the word "bunny" and has been reduced to a puddle of tears and incoherent wailing and lots of "HOP! HOP! HOOOOOOOOOOP!"

Last minute basket goody

Last year I made these and posted them. I got a lot of positive feedback on them and many people said they wanted to try to make them this year. So I was going to post them earlier as a reminder.

Yeah. I forgot. Oops. It's still doable, especially if you have most of the supplies at home or live near a store that has everything you need, like Walmart. They were a big hit last year and it's nice to throw something in their baskets that's not total junk.

Happy Easter everyone!

Okay, Then.

"Sometimes I wish I was a toilet."

And sometimes, Mommy just doesn't want to know.

BabyGirl Says

She is just at that age where she says the cutest things. Soon, too soon for me, she will have a much better command of the English Language, but I want to remember her baby speak forever.

Bacon is called "blankets." As in "Hava blankets, peese?"

When I give her a cup of milk or change her diaper she says "Thank you milk!" or "Thank you diaper!"

She loves to dance to Just Dance on the Wii. Her favorite avatar? The flowers....which she calls "salad."

Every time she leaves the room or goes outside she says "Bye! Happy Day! I luf you!" And every time, it melts my heart.

Yogurt is called Whoa-gurt, even though she is perfectly capable of saying her Y sounds.

When she wants us to really pay attention she says " Wookit da baby" which means "Look at the baby."

Tangerines or "rines" are her favorite thing to eat and she devours several a day.

When she says "goodnight" to her sisters she says "Night Night, Peanut" or "Night Night, Curly" but when she says goodnight to her brother she often says "Night Night, My StinkyMan" which is another heart melter.

"Go brush your teeth" has become one word: Gabeesh. As in "Time to put on your pajamas and gabeesh." She loves to gabeesh and makes a mighty fine mess trying to get the paste on the brush if she is left unsupervised.

Going to bed means it's "Time to find Buzzy." Buzzy is her bumblebee Pillow Pet and she squeals in delight as if she is really surprised to find him in her bed every single time.

I just don't want to forget her littleness.

Love

Peanut: Mommy, I love you all the time.

Mommy: I love you all the time, too.

Peanut: I love you 6 pounds Mommy!

Mommy: Is that a lot?

Peanut: It's as much as my pounds.

Mommy: Pretty close! I love you 6 pounds too.

Peanut: Is that as much pounds as you?

Mommy: Uh, no.

Crisis

So everyone knows what a midlife crisis is. And now I guess there is something called a quarter life crisis, where 25 year olds everywhere are freaking out. Now if you ask me that just means that they've figured out they are grownups now and it's time to act like it, but that's just me.

So what is the crisis called when a 4 year old doesn't want to get old? It's Peanut's newest worry. She seems to think that once you have babies, you get old.

"Mommy, why are you old?"

"I'm old?"

"Yes, because you had babies and got old."

"Is Daddy old?"

"No, just you."

Gee, thanks kid.

But her conundrum lies in the fact that she wants to have babies one day, but then she will be old, which she doesn't want. Tuesday she sat on the couch moaning and groaning about not wanting to get old for 20 full minutes before I was able to distract her.

Her solution? She's just going to be Sleeping Beauty when she grows up. That sounds like a great plan to her. And her little friends from school are going to be Ariel, Cinderella and Belle and they are all going to live together at DisneyLand.

100 years of sleep? Sounds like a good gig to me. Plus, apparently, she'll never get old that way.

Unlike me.