I've Been Informed

Gianna just finished telling me about a show she watched "upstairs at Kiki's house":

"It's a cartoon and in it the kids like to get all dirty and the mom likes to clean up all by herself. You should do that mom."

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She Asked Me...

"What's a 'toots'?" asked Stella.

"It's like someone calling you their sweetheart or honey."

She's ponders for a moment and asks again, "So I'm like Jesus' toots?"

Yes. Kinda. It was too sweet to explain the nuance.

Did I Just Say That?!

"Don't put rubber bands in your underwear!"

"If you don't want her to hit you with a spider don't play spider games with her."

Her Ways

Rowena favors the "h" sound these days. For example:

She really likes to eat "hoop," which is a warm broth that usually has vegetables and/or meat.

She asks for "How-wah" for breakfast. This is grain that is a complete protein and starts with the letter "Q."

She's a little too happy to tell you when she's gassy--"I hartin'!"

She calls my friend Cindy "Honey."

I'm so used to deciphering sentences that lack articles and sensical nouns, etc, that when she talks to me in a complete sentence these days, which is (sadly) more and more frequently, I don't understand her. It requires an opposite paradigm shift.

It's also important for me to communicate what a great little worker she is. She loves to help with chores. She folds clothes with abandon I tell you. Quite indiscriminately picking up the dirty with the clean and folding them into tiny squares and putting them in piles. This is why you might open up John's shirt drawer someday and find a bunch of kitchen towels.

Sweetest thing ever.

Her Growing Vocabulary

If Rowena approaches you and says she wants to "him" with her "hoaties" what would you do?

Help her swim with her floaties of course.

If she exclaims "A harwk!" you should look out for Jaws underwater.

If, at dinner, she asks, "Halt. Peez," know that she's politely asking you to pass the salt.

And when she's riding in the car down 15th Ave and screams "Mom! Dub-dub! One, two, one dub-dubs!" She wants you to know that there are one, two, three horses.

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My Truly Naked Chefs

This is how I'm getting help lately. Making an egg frittata? In the crock pot? Yes! Gianna and Rowena mix up my eggs. It takes them ten minutes because they enjoy it so much.

Stella Starts School

"I'm going to miss you tomorrow, Stella."

"I know. My cute little voice when I say prayers?"

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And then at dinner we're talking about Stella finally getting to go to school. Little Gianna scoots next to me to say, "I'm going to miss Stella."

I think I'll make it in the morning without crying. But I don't think I'll last long if Gianna starts to cry because she misses her constant playmate of the last four years of her life.

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