Cady-isms
Letter of rejection
10/18/09 09:08
A week or two ago, Cadence was very upset with her father. He wouldn’t let her have some candy, and asked that she do her homework. She sat down next to her desk and started writing.
After a while of silent writing, she stood up, walked over to him and asked,
is this how you spell, “Daddy, I love you”?
He smiled at her and advised her that the words were all correct. He noticed it actually said, “Dad you i love”, but he was happy to see that she was trying. And he guessed, it was her way of saying everything was ok.
Standing close by, she then looked up at him, and with pen in hand, ready to write again, she said,
“OK, Great! Now, how do you spell ‘don’t’?”
So, with his ego a bit deflated, but being the doting father he is, and wanting her to be able to express herself, and also to know how to spell words correctly, he told her how to spell it, d-o-n-t.
With that, she happily added the word “don’t” to her letter, then presented it to him. Then went back to her desk to do her homework.
And that was that!
Life with Cady went on, and we all had a good evening together.
Sometimes a girl just has to write down how she feels at the time, then it’s all done. I suppose we’ll be getting her a diary the future, and she’ll be the type of girl to use it often. She’s definitely a child who likes to write, and already knows how potentially powerful wielding a pen can be.
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Self regluated restraint?
10/04/09 08:33
The
other night, Cady came up to me and advised,
“Daddy is now in charge of my stampper!”
“Oh, really?” I asked. “Why?”
Here is her exact response;
“I was in your bedroom just now, and noticed that I had stamped your clothes dresser. Then I slobbered on the picture, and smeared it around with a tissue. So, I put the stamper on Daddy’s computer desk, and made him in charge. I’m sorry.”
With that, she kissed me and turned to go to bed.
The smeared on, stamped ink is water soluble, and was barely there by the time I looked at it. But she probably thought it was larger than life. So, she avoided the parental scolding by deciding on her own, what the consequences should be. Her stamper still sits on Scott’s desk.
If only all parental decisions could be so easy.
“Oh, really?” I asked. “Why?”
Here is her exact response;
“I was in your bedroom just now, and noticed that I had stamped your clothes dresser. Then I slobbered on the picture, and smeared it around with a tissue. So, I put the stamper on Daddy’s computer desk, and made him in charge. I’m sorry.”
With that, she kissed me and turned to go to bed.
The smeared on, stamped ink is water soluble, and was barely there by the time I looked at it. But she probably thought it was larger than life. So, she avoided the parental scolding by deciding on her own, what the consequences should be. Her stamper still sits on Scott’s desk.
If only all parental decisions could be so easy.
Words
08/31/09 21:08
Last year, I remember Cady referred to the American
Flag as the Miracle Flag. I shrugged and thought,
‘Well, in a way I guess it’s true’.
This year we have a few other words that really kind of crack me up.
Refrigerator is Fridg-i-dater It reminds of of the Terminator
Hospital is Hop-sidel. And in all fairness, she wants to say it right. But if she says it too fast, it reverts back to hop-sidel.
Remember is Re-nember. Seems harder to say re-nember than it is to say remember, if you ask me.
Her reasoning skills are sometimes advanced for her age.
We were watching the news, and it showed Afghanistan and the troubles that are happening on that side of the world. Scott explained that some of the children there don’t get to eat just because they’re hungry.
She let out a small whimper, and tilted her head. Then she said, “They need to live in America!” She obviously knows that living in the US is worth living in.
She came to me with measuring spoons the other day, and asked what each one was called.
Quarter tea spoon
Half tea spoon
Tea spoon
Table Spoon
Then she looked a bit puzzled and said, “OK I see all the tea spoons but which one is the coffee spoon?
When she wants to be exceptionally cute, she will go to either Scott or myself and preface her question with “My Daddy?” Or “My Mommy?” instead of simply starting with Daddy? or Mommy?
I measured her height the other day, and she’s actually grown 3.5 inches in less than 6 months! When we were in China, the guide and his coworker both said that the girls born north of the Yangtze river are taller. And he was right. She’s very well proportioned but is still taller than most of her kindergarten friends who are already 5 years old. We’ve told her to stop growing!! And she won’t listen.
This year we have a few other words that really kind of crack me up.
Refrigerator is Fridg-i-dater It reminds of of the Terminator
Hospital is Hop-sidel. And in all fairness, she wants to say it right. But if she says it too fast, it reverts back to hop-sidel.
Remember is Re-nember. Seems harder to say re-nember than it is to say remember, if you ask me.
Her reasoning skills are sometimes advanced for her age.
We were watching the news, and it showed Afghanistan and the troubles that are happening on that side of the world. Scott explained that some of the children there don’t get to eat just because they’re hungry.
She let out a small whimper, and tilted her head. Then she said, “They need to live in America!” She obviously knows that living in the US is worth living in.
She came to me with measuring spoons the other day, and asked what each one was called.
Quarter tea spoon
Half tea spoon
Tea spoon
Table Spoon
Then she looked a bit puzzled and said, “OK I see all the tea spoons but which one is the coffee spoon?
When she wants to be exceptionally cute, she will go to either Scott or myself and preface her question with “My Daddy?” Or “My Mommy?” instead of simply starting with Daddy? or Mommy?
I measured her height the other day, and she’s actually grown 3.5 inches in less than 6 months! When we were in China, the guide and his coworker both said that the girls born north of the Yangtze river are taller. And he was right. She’s very well proportioned but is still taller than most of her kindergarten friends who are already 5 years old. We’ve told her to stop growing!! And she won’t listen.
A small girl with BIG questions
07/10/09 18:16
Cadence: Mom, why did I get this new nightgown?
Mom: Because I love you, Sweetie. I knew you liked it when we picked it out. And you were a good girl at the store, so I got it for you.
Cadence: (smiling sweetly, then coming to give Mom a hug)
Cadence: Mom?!
Mom: Yes, Sweetie?
Cadence: Who would I be with if I didn’t have my Mommy and my Daddy?
(WOW! I’m thinking this is too big for such a little girl)
Mom: Probably with your A-yi, and all your friends back in China.
I have to shake my head, realizing that my little girl probably “gets it”. Never underestimate the “get it” powers of a child.
(After watching a Brittish show)
Cadence: Mom, what’s it mean when you say, “my bum hurts”?
Mom: That’s English for saying, “my bottom hurts”
Cadence: (Laughing after she realizes what was said in the show)
Cadence: How do you say other words in English?
And last....but not least. We got “THE” question yesterday
Cadence: Mom.
Mom: Yes, Cady?
Cadence: How do babies get IN TO a mommy’s tummy?
Mom: (blink, blink)
Mom: (Calling out loudly) Daddy....She has a question for you!
Dad: Yes, Cady?
Cadence: I want to know how babies get into the mommy’s tummy.
Dad: Well, remember we’ve talked about co-operation?
Cadence: Yeah.
Dad: Well, when a mom and dad love each other, they co-operate and work very hard together to get the baby into the mommy’s tummy........But not until they’re married.
Nicely put, Scott. And thanks for helping me dodge that bullet...for now.
I know I said earlier not to underestimate the “get it” powers of a child, but hey, I’M not ready for this one yet!
Mom: Because I love you, Sweetie. I knew you liked it when we picked it out. And you were a good girl at the store, so I got it for you.
Cadence: (smiling sweetly, then coming to give Mom a hug)
Cadence: Mom?!
Mom: Yes, Sweetie?
Cadence: Who would I be with if I didn’t have my Mommy and my Daddy?
(WOW! I’m thinking this is too big for such a little girl)
Mom: Probably with your A-yi, and all your friends back in China.
I have to shake my head, realizing that my little girl probably “gets it”. Never underestimate the “get it” powers of a child.
(After watching a Brittish show)
Cadence: Mom, what’s it mean when you say, “my bum hurts”?
Mom: That’s English for saying, “my bottom hurts”
Cadence: (Laughing after she realizes what was said in the show)
Cadence: How do you say other words in English?
And last....but not least. We got “THE” question yesterday
Cadence: Mom.
Mom: Yes, Cady?
Cadence: How do babies get IN TO a mommy’s tummy?
Mom: (blink, blink)
Mom: (Calling out loudly) Daddy....She has a question for you!
Dad: Yes, Cady?
Cadence: I want to know how babies get into the mommy’s tummy.
Dad: Well, remember we’ve talked about co-operation?
Cadence: Yeah.
Dad: Well, when a mom and dad love each other, they co-operate and work very hard together to get the baby into the mommy’s tummy........But not until they’re married.
Nicely put, Scott. And thanks for helping me dodge that bullet...for now.
I know I said earlier not to underestimate the “get it” powers of a child, but hey, I’M not ready for this one yet!
Cinderelli
03/08/09 13:53
Cadence has an amazing memory. We’re always
looking at each other with astonishment when she
comes to us with new quotes from movies she watches,
especially when they have songs attached to them.
The other night, she started singing a song from Disney’s Cinderella. You know the one. The song in which Cinderella is trying to find a dress for the ball, and when the step-sisters and step-mother call her downstairs, the mice take it upon themselves to decorate the dress. But, before they do that, they break into song.
Usually it’s difficult to get her to do things on video these days. But, this time she agreed to. I don’t think in all my years, I’ve ever known what those mice are singing until Cady sung it. She even uses a high pitched voice like the mice. Too funny.
And now, without further adue, Cadence’s debut as a mouse on Cinderella.
The other night, she started singing a song from Disney’s Cinderella. You know the one. The song in which Cinderella is trying to find a dress for the ball, and when the step-sisters and step-mother call her downstairs, the mice take it upon themselves to decorate the dress. But, before they do that, they break into song.
Usually it’s difficult to get her to do things on video these days. But, this time she agreed to. I don’t think in all my years, I’ve ever known what those mice are singing until Cady sung it. She even uses a high pitched voice like the mice. Too funny.
And now, without further adue, Cadence’s debut as a mouse on Cinderella.
'Round and 'round she goes...where she stops, no-body knows!
02/13/09 22:54
So, today Cadence celebrated Valentine’s day with her preschool classmates. She wore a really beautiful red and black dress and her “sparkly” shoes. And Daddy bought her a large stuffed unicorn for Valentine’s day. So, when I got home from work, she showed me her prized possession, and then came a series of questions that shows her wit. While I tried to get her to talk about Valentine’s Day, she must have decided that Valentine’s Day is overrated.
Mom: Where did you get that?
Cady: At the store.
Mom: Who gave it to you?
Cady:The people at the store.
Mom: Did Daddy have anything to do with it?
Cady: Yes, he bought it.
Mom: Why did he buy it?
Cady: Because he KNEW I would like it! And I do!
Moving on to Daddy and his efforts which proved a little more successful...Mind you, I said a LITTLE
Dad: Why did you get the unicorn today?
Cady: Because I liked it.
Dad: For what reason?
Cady: BECAUSE I LIKED IT
Dad: Do you remember what you did at school today?
Cady: Yes
Dad: What?
Cady: We did circle time and.....
Dad: What else did you do?
Cady: I was good all day!!!
Dad: Why did you wear your red dress to school?
Cady: Because it’s pretty
Dad: OK......Why did Brenna give you candy today?
Cady: She knows I like it!!
Dad: Cady, do you remember anything about today that was special?
Cady: Yes
Dad: What was TODAY?
Cady: FRIDAYYYY!!!!!
Dad: What else?
Cady: Valentine’s Day celebration!
Dad: So, why did you get the unicorn?
Cady: Because it was my favorite!!!!
Dad: And today was.......
Cady: F_U_N !!!!!!!!!
Dad: Why?
Cady: Because it was Valentine’s Day, silly!
Mom: (Laughing so hard - About to have a bladder blow out!)
Dad: (Walking back to the computer room)
Dad: Well, I’m glad we established what today was supposed to be for, anyway.
Cady: Yes, it was for my beautiful unicorn!!!
Things said
10/09/08 13:54
Cadence: Mom, when bikes
are on the road, they have to stop at the stop
lights.
Mom: That’s right, because it’s dangerous otherwise.
Cadence: Yeah, and if they go past the red light, it also means they’re taking cuts.
Cadence: (saying this for no reason)
“Are you kidding me?”
or
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Or the double whammy....
Cadence: Mom, are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Mom: I think so!
Cadence: Are you kidding me??
What can I say to that?
And finally....the old knock knock joke which goes: Knock, knock.....who’s there?...Boo....boo who?....you don’t have to cry about it.
Cady’s version:
Cadence: Knock knock
Dad: Who’s there?
Cadence: Crying
Dad: Crying who?
Cadence: You don’t have to say boo hoo about it!
Mom: That’s right, because it’s dangerous otherwise.
Cadence: Yeah, and if they go past the red light, it also means they’re taking cuts.
Cadence: (saying this for no reason)
“Are you kidding me?”
or
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
Or the double whammy....
Cadence: Mom, are you thinking what I’m thinking?
Mom: I think so!
Cadence: Are you kidding me??
What can I say to that?
And finally....the old knock knock joke which goes: Knock, knock.....who’s there?...Boo....boo who?....you don’t have to cry about it.
Cady’s version:
Cadence: Knock knock
Dad: Who’s there?
Cadence: Crying
Dad: Crying who?
Cadence: You don’t have to say boo hoo about it!
"Mom......
10/05/08 19:56
...when Melody comes
home, you should put her in your tummy”.
That was what Cady said because one of her teachers is pregnant.
I told Cady “Some mommies have babies in their tummies till they’re born, and have babies that way. And some mommies adopt babies after they’re born, and have babies that way”
“Oh” She said.
Then, she walked away to beat on her toy drum.
Guess that was all she needed to know, for now.
I can’t help but think that sometimes it must be so confusing being adopted.
That was what Cady said because one of her teachers is pregnant.
I told Cady “Some mommies have babies in their tummies till they’re born, and have babies that way. And some mommies adopt babies after they’re born, and have babies that way”
“Oh” She said.
Then, she walked away to beat on her toy drum.
Guess that was all she needed to know, for now.
I can’t help but think that sometimes it must be so confusing being adopted.
Hi Mom
08/21/08 22:27
Back to
the mind of a three year old.
Mom: (looking over her shoulder at the sofa against the wall, with Cady standing behind it)
Cady: Hi Mom.
Mom: What are you doing? (making a mama scowl)
Cady: Getting out of here.
Cady: (shining a flashlight to the darkened skies) Look at that flashing star!
Mom: That's an airplane, Cady.
Cady: Ohh yeah! They're probably going to China to get a baby. Then when I'm five, we will go to my China to get my baby sister Melody.
Mom: (concerned that Cady now thinks babies are all "made in China") Cady, where do babies come from?
Cady: God makes them.
Mom: You're a smart little girl.
These intermission picture are from our trip to Monterey
Cady (sleeping with no pull ups on-yeah, we tried) woke up from sleeping in her own bed and walked into our bedroom. "Daddy, I peed my pants"
Dad: Ohhh, did you pee the bed, sweetie?
Cady: (whining with protest) NOOOOOOO! I PEED MY PANTS. You need to listen better!
Mom: Eat 4 more bites of your dinner.
Cady: running to the computer room. (I Love Lucy type of cry)
Mom: What's wrong?
Cady: You're not my friend any more because you make me eat 4 more bites. (then she proceeds to stomp off to her bedroom so she can lay her head on her bed and whine the "Lucy cry" loud enough to hear her from the living room.
Pictures are from Monterey Aquarium. More pics to some soon.
And the last one...
Cady: Mommy I want to play DVD Bingo tonight before bed.
Mom: No, Cady we played that last night. Lets read a book tonight. Which book do you want to read tonight? I'll let you choose.
Cady: But I love Bingo. ok....listen. You have one choice. You can play Bingo with me before bed. So, what's your choice?
Mom: (looking over her shoulder at the sofa against the wall, with Cady standing behind it)
Cady: Hi Mom.
Mom: What are you doing? (making a mama scowl)
Cady: Getting out of here.
Cady: (shining a flashlight to the darkened skies) Look at that flashing star!
Mom: That's an airplane, Cady.
Cady: Ohh yeah! They're probably going to China to get a baby. Then when I'm five, we will go to my China to get my baby sister Melody.
Mom: (concerned that Cady now thinks babies are all "made in China") Cady, where do babies come from?
Cady: God makes them.
Mom: You're a smart little girl.
These intermission picture are from our trip to Monterey
Cady (sleeping with no pull ups on-yeah, we tried) woke up from sleeping in her own bed and walked into our bedroom. "Daddy, I peed my pants"
Dad: Ohhh, did you pee the bed, sweetie?
Cady: (whining with protest) NOOOOOOO! I PEED MY PANTS. You need to listen better!
Mom: Eat 4 more bites of your dinner.
Cady: running to the computer room. (I Love Lucy type of cry)
Mom: What's wrong?
Cady: You're not my friend any more because you make me eat 4 more bites. (then she proceeds to stomp off to her bedroom so she can lay her head on her bed and whine the "Lucy cry" loud enough to hear her from the living room.
Pictures are from Monterey Aquarium. More pics to some soon.
And the last one...
Cady: Mommy I want to play DVD Bingo tonight before bed.
Mom: No, Cady we played that last night. Lets read a book tonight. Which book do you want to read tonight? I'll let you choose.
Cady: But I love Bingo. ok....listen. You have one choice. You can play Bingo with me before bed. So, what's your choice?
Making Money
05/21/08 23:25
Tonight we were playing ice-cream parlor. Cady turned
her scooter upside-down, and turned the wheel, then
magically, ice cream was produced, and she handed it
out, and asked for pretend money. No problem, my real
hand gave her pretend money and it was all good.
When I made the ice cream, I told her it would be a dollar fifty,
to which she replied,
"I don't have any money left. I have to go to work and make some"
She then went to her desk, tinkered around a bit, and came back with cards that were used as money,
and announced, "I made this money at work!"
The rest of the evening was full of going to work and "making money".
Then coming back "home" with the counterfeit goods.
It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.
When I made the ice cream, I told her it would be a dollar fifty,
to which she replied,
"I don't have any money left. I have to go to work and make some"
She then went to her desk, tinkered around a bit, and came back with cards that were used as money,
and announced, "I made this money at work!"
The rest of the evening was full of going to work and "making money".
Then coming back "home" with the counterfeit goods.
It's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it.
I wanna go there
05/21/08 05:31
Yesterday Cady sat down in Scott's desk chair and put
her hand on his mouse, then announced:
"I wanna go to pbs-kids-dot-org"
"You wanna go where?"
"PBS-KIDS-DOT-ORG" she said again.
WOW! I guess they really do pick up more than we think from TV.
So, we lead her thru the maze that got us to pbskids.org and she worked her way around some fun online games.
My daughter is still amazing to me.
"I wanna go to pbs-kids-dot-org"
"You wanna go where?"
"PBS-KIDS-DOT-ORG" she said again.
WOW! I guess they really do pick up more than we think from TV.
So, we lead her thru the maze that got us to pbskids.org and she worked her way around some fun online games.
My daughter is still amazing to me.
self regulated swimming lessons
03/03/08 23:27
Self portrait
02/24/08 22:44
Per special request from Riannon below is a picture of
Cadence's freshly cut bangs.
Not sure why the ponytail is orange, but it is. I told you the bangs were Z and N shaped!
Actually, Cady drew this today and said that it was a picture of her new haircut. She doesn't look very happy in the picture. Bad hair day? More like a bad hair month now, my dear.
She's been drawing a lot of pictures lately.
In fact, I could probably devote an entire post to mostly the pictures she's drawn in the past month or so, on her dry-erase board....And now that you're interested, I will.
Portrait of Daddy. Notice the mistache and gotee. And of course, the ears, cheeks, arms and legs all popping out of the head.
Mommy.
Auntie Kris (our good friend)
Hmmmmmm......We seem to be losing limbs as we go along.
And finally, pictures of Cady with her styling new haircut, standing next to her self portrait tonight. She did say that next time she's going to go to my hair stylist to get her hair cut. So, that's a plus.
Not sure why the ponytail is orange, but it is. I told you the bangs were Z and N shaped!
Actually, Cady drew this today and said that it was a picture of her new haircut. She doesn't look very happy in the picture. Bad hair day? More like a bad hair month now, my dear.
She's been drawing a lot of pictures lately.
In fact, I could probably devote an entire post to mostly the pictures she's drawn in the past month or so, on her dry-erase board....And now that you're interested, I will.
Portrait of Daddy. Notice the mistache and gotee. And of course, the ears, cheeks, arms and legs all popping out of the head.
Mommy.
Auntie Kris (our good friend)
Hmmmmmm......We seem to be losing limbs as we go along.
And finally, pictures of Cady with her styling new haircut, standing next to her self portrait tonight. She did say that next time she's going to go to my hair stylist to get her hair cut. So, that's a plus.
No Tooth Fairies allowed
11/27/07 22:10
My mom gave Cady a pouch in the shape of a tooth last
week. Today we were looking at the pouch and I told
Cady that it's for putting you tooth in, when you
loose your tooth.
She announced several times that she knew what it was for after that.
"This is for your tooth"
"This is for the tooth when you lose it"
"This is for putting your tooth in"
"This is for the tooth fairy, when you lose your tooth".....She announced the same thing again and again, to either of us if we would listen.
Then she looked a bit concerned.
Cady: "I don't want to lose my tooth"
Mom: "Cady, you won't lose your tooth till you're 6 or 7."
Cady: "Kayla is 7"
Mom: "Kayla is 3, but she is older than you, because she had her birthday first"
Cady: "I don't want to lose my tooth"
Dad: "We can put the pouch under your pillow and see what happens. It doesn't have to have a tooth in it"
Cady: "But I don't want to lose my tooth! I don't want to be 7"
Dad: "OK, let me fix it" (pushing down on her teeth) OK You won't lose your tooth now, ever"
Then, Cady left the room, with the pouch still on the counter in the kitchen. And with that, the announcements of the coming Tooth Fairy were silenced as abruptly as they were heralded in, just a few short minutes earlier.
She loves fairies, but I guess the Tooth Fairy will not be welcomed in our house any time soon.
She announced several times that she knew what it was for after that.
"This is for your tooth"
"This is for the tooth when you lose it"
"This is for putting your tooth in"
"This is for the tooth fairy, when you lose your tooth".....She announced the same thing again and again, to either of us if we would listen.
Then she looked a bit concerned.
Cady: "I don't want to lose my tooth"
Mom: "Cady, you won't lose your tooth till you're 6 or 7."
Cady: "Kayla is 7"
Mom: "Kayla is 3, but she is older than you, because she had her birthday first"
Cady: "I don't want to lose my tooth"
Dad: "We can put the pouch under your pillow and see what happens. It doesn't have to have a tooth in it"
Cady: "But I don't want to lose my tooth! I don't want to be 7"
Dad: "OK, let me fix it" (pushing down on her teeth) OK You won't lose your tooth now, ever"
Then, Cady left the room, with the pouch still on the counter in the kitchen. And with that, the announcements of the coming Tooth Fairy were silenced as abruptly as they were heralded in, just a few short minutes earlier.
She loves fairies, but I guess the Tooth Fairy will not be welcomed in our house any time soon.
On any given day
07/18/07 20:06
As an example of some
our daily/nightly experiences with our two and a half
year old child, here are a few logical reasoning
skills Cady used today:
From over 50 fairy stickers on one sheet of paper, she took off one that is identical to a picture in her room, and said "It's the same as the fairy in my bedroom".
I have to admit, I was very impressed with this one.
As she was sitting in the dog toy bin, she said, "Pull my feet"
To which her father said, "No, the box might scratch your back, and then it would hurt you.....(then more explanations that she probably didn't want to hear)
To which she then replied,
"Oh."
Pull my feet, please".
I noticed some pencil scribbles on the lid to the dog toy bin, and asked, "Who did that?"
She looked to the distance, then pulled a skillful answer from her thoughts,
"Somebody else!"
As she was in our bedroom, face down on the bed, she said,
"Oh, it's dark in here".
And the last, but not forgotten statement for the night:
Dad: "Goodnight, Pumpkin."
Cady: "OK. Goodnight, Pickle!"
Then laughed hardily at her own similar response to him.
addendum:
About a half an hour after going to bed, she had to get up to go to the bathroom (becomming like clockwork routine lately).
While sitting there, she announced that the moon is awake now.
So I said, "Yes, and the sun is asleep. When the sun is asleep that's when you're supposed to be asleep too."
(short period of silence)
Then she rebuttled, "You're not asleep!"
What could I say, other than, "You're right, because I'm in the bathroom with you"
This was then followed by a whole lot of run on sentences. You can almost see this girl's mind ticking when she talks like this.
(I have to also interject that Scott has a buddha statue and I have a heart shaped card which she made me for Mother's Day, both of which are currently sitting on a shelf, and visible from the bathroom)
Anyhow, the run-on and seemingly transitional sentences went very much like this:
Looking into the hallway, at the dog, "Keegan is not asleep. Oh look, I see your heart, happy Mother's Day, Mommy! And look! I see Daddy's booty (buddha) Shhhhh. Daddy's sleeping, why aren't you sleeping, Mommy? Keegan's being very quiet and he doesn't have a heart. Why doesn't he have a heart? What's inside the heart? Paper? Happy Motherrrrr's Dayyyyyy!"
I nodded and agreed for the most part, but my main response was, "Have you gone yet?"
And her response to that?
"Shhhhhhhh......Daddy's sleeping! Don't talk!"
Gotta LOVE the reasoning skills of a two year old. She just makes my day.
From over 50 fairy stickers on one sheet of paper, she took off one that is identical to a picture in her room, and said "It's the same as the fairy in my bedroom".
I have to admit, I was very impressed with this one.
As she was sitting in the dog toy bin, she said, "Pull my feet"
To which her father said, "No, the box might scratch your back, and then it would hurt you.....(then more explanations that she probably didn't want to hear)
To which she then replied,
"Oh."
Pull my feet, please".
I noticed some pencil scribbles on the lid to the dog toy bin, and asked, "Who did that?"
She looked to the distance, then pulled a skillful answer from her thoughts,
"Somebody else!"
As she was in our bedroom, face down on the bed, she said,
"Oh, it's dark in here".
And the last, but not forgotten statement for the night:
Dad: "Goodnight, Pumpkin."
Cady: "OK. Goodnight, Pickle!"
Then laughed hardily at her own similar response to him.
addendum:
About a half an hour after going to bed, she had to get up to go to the bathroom (becomming like clockwork routine lately).
While sitting there, she announced that the moon is awake now.
So I said, "Yes, and the sun is asleep. When the sun is asleep that's when you're supposed to be asleep too."
(short period of silence)
Then she rebuttled, "You're not asleep!"
What could I say, other than, "You're right, because I'm in the bathroom with you"
This was then followed by a whole lot of run on sentences. You can almost see this girl's mind ticking when she talks like this.
(I have to also interject that Scott has a buddha statue and I have a heart shaped card which she made me for Mother's Day, both of which are currently sitting on a shelf, and visible from the bathroom)
Anyhow, the run-on and seemingly transitional sentences went very much like this:
Looking into the hallway, at the dog, "Keegan is not asleep. Oh look, I see your heart, happy Mother's Day, Mommy! And look! I see Daddy's booty (buddha) Shhhhh. Daddy's sleeping, why aren't you sleeping, Mommy? Keegan's being very quiet and he doesn't have a heart. Why doesn't he have a heart? What's inside the heart? Paper? Happy Motherrrrr's Dayyyyyy!"
I nodded and agreed for the most part, but my main response was, "Have you gone yet?"
And her response to that?
"Shhhhhhhh......Daddy's sleeping! Don't talk!"
Gotta LOVE the reasoning skills of a two year old. She just makes my day.