"No, I love you more!"

Random conversations, statements and monkeyism's of the week:


Adam: "Um, D how did you get on the changing table?"
D: "I climbed!"
For lack of better words...DUH!


Me: "D do you want a smoothie?"
Delaney: "No! I don't want a squishy!"
Interesting translation...


D: "What am I doing?"
Me as I am turning to look "I don't know, what are you doing?"
Me: "OH GOD!  YOU ARE PEEING ON THE COUCH!" 
D: "Oh!"
She really needs to learn the potty dance so I can be forewarned of these things!


D on the toilet: "Uh oh, Mommy! I have to wipe my angina!"
Another interesting translation...


 Me: "D we are going to go see J and the baby."
D: "The baby is going to lick me!"
Hmm.. apparently her interaction with babies has been much different than my own..

Pointing to a mole on my face D says "Look Mommy, it's your nipple!"

5 Very important things D learned this week: 1. To raise the roof (Thanks, Daddy!)  2. That going potty is more fun with a book.  3.  That the bathroom has awesome acoustics (We got fantastic video of her singing in the bathroom this week!)  4.  That snuggling is the best! 5.  That she likes ground black pepper...A LOT!


My favorite moment this week?  As I was putting D to bed one night I said "Goodnight, I love you!" and D grabbed my face between her two little hands and pulled my face to hers and said "No, I love you more!".  Oh little girl, if you only knew just how much I love you.  You make more possible everyday.....

Old McDonald's

Alright, I can hear some of you right now "You take D to McDonald's?! Ewww!".  Well stop your judging right now!  Picking D up from daycare is an 80 minute round trip for me, so we make some sacrifices.  Plus if I didn't go I wouldn't have this funny story to share, so read on... 


 Tonight was our first time visiting a McD's Play Land (PL from here on out).  What an adventure!


Short story
I learned that a mother/daughter trip to McDonald's Play Land = a fattening dinner, a vomit-inducing experience, humiliation and one very happy 2 year old.




Long Story


We arrive at "Old McDonald's" (yes, that is what D calls it), stride past the food counter and straight in to PL.  Upon entering I learn that PL is a freezing cold, plastic monstrosity that is probably a breeding ground for germs we don't even know exist.  BLEH!  But, like a true American mom, I take off her shoes and send her in.  We were the only ones there so D was crawling around, waving and calling to me.  Super cute!  Then I hear "CRUNCH!".  Me- "D what was that?"  "CRUNCH!"  Then her little head peeks around the tunnel corner and in her hand I see a fistful of french fries.  AHHH!?!?  Remember the part where we strode past the food counter!  Those are not her french fries!   "Delaney, drop the french fries they are dirty!" D- "CRUNCH!", followed by a huge grin.   Ugh! Don't mind Mommy she is just dry heaving!


You know what happens next right?  I HAVE TO CLIMB IN THE TUNNEL! Did I mention I came from work?  Or that my pants today were a little tighter than I prefer?  Seriously, it was like stuffing a sausage.  Enough said...


For those of you who are wondering, I did retrieve D and the french fries.  My best estimate would be that they were about a week old.  .........there goes that dry heaving again! 




We went on to have a fab mother/daughter dinner, once we got out of the PL.  To top it all of, when she went to bed tonight D said "I love you Mommy, thank you for taking me to see Old McDonald".  All is right with the world, well except that I will never get the image of her shoving those crusty old fries in her mouth out of my head (shudder).  Next time we are eating in the car!


P.S.: Click on the highlighted words, they are links people!

Fashionista

Seriously (see there is that word again!) how did I create such a 2 year old fashionista? She has very specific ideas about what she is going to wear or better said what she is NOT going to wear.  This fashionista-mindset has made getting out of the house a bit painful.

This morning Adam was getting Delaney dressed for our trip to the aquarium and this is the conversation I heard from the other room..

"Delaney, you have to wear pants!"
"No, I don't want them!"
"Why not?"
"They don't fit!" ( I had chosen a perfectly well (and cute) fitting pair of jeans for her.)
This was followed by Delaney running in to the living room, pants around her knees screaming "I don't want these pants,  I want the pink ones!"

Mommy to the rescue......

Trying to get out the door, I get the pink ones out. Can you guess what happens??
"No, I don't want the pink ones they don't match!" (She was right, they were a little off!)
"How about the gray ones!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" followed by desperate wailing and giant tears.
Oh boy.....count to 10.....

.... but wait we also had to have a discussion over the coat she was wearing, what barrette was going in her hair and the exact placement of the zipper on her jacket. Final result- gray pants, striped shirt, gray sweatshirt (only zipped 3/4 of the way), pink ponytail and green barrette (that required a wrestling move to get in).  Cute? Absolutely, I even think I caught the hippos at the aquarium admiring her!

Now if I could just find something to match my gray hairs.....