It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these bad boys, so, um, some of the references might be a little dated. For instance, I am not pregnant. That reference would be from wayyyyy back in my Theo preggie days. So…
Me: I’m going to do a quick sweep upstairs to make sure we aren’t forgetting anything.
Ellen: Can I help, mom? :::running after me with a broom:::
Ellen playing with her dolls upstairs during quiet time:
“I want you to smell my butt. SMELL MY BUTT!!”
How Sam Got His Big Boy Bed:
Ellen :::climbs into Sam’s crib::: Sam, just put your leg up like this. Watch me. Let me help you. Right over the crib. Yup! Just like that buddy!
Me :::listening in horror over baby monitor::: Noooooo! :::running upstairs::::
Ellen: What’s that?
Me: It’s a belly band. I wear it because when you have a baby in your belly your pants don’t fit very well.
Ellen: I think daddy needs one of those too. His pants don’t fit very well either.
Riding around on her scooter with play food muffins:
“Who wants muff caaaakes? Freeeee muff cakes! Free muff cake deliveryyyyy!”
Listening to Bon Jovi’s Runaway in the car:
Bon Jovi: “Oooh she’s a little runaway…daddy’s girl…”
Ellen: “Mom! This song is about daddy’s girl! I’m daddy’s girl! This song is about me!”
Sam: Yen Yen! Yen Yen! (translation: Ellen! Ellen!)
Ellen: Sam, I will be with you in just six moments.
Me trying to finish a decade of the Rosary; Ellen looking at a picture of Jesus:
“Mom! Mom? Mom. Mom, is he wearing Mickey ears? Hey Mom! Mom! Guess what dayyyyy it is camel??? Guess what dayyyyy it is???”
Me making finger puppets for Craft Hope:
Me: Ellen, do you want to come back and help some more? We’re making toys for kids who don’t have any.
Distracted Ellen: Mom, if I spend time making toys for those kids, I won’t have time to play with my own toys.
Blogger Confession: I get a lot of packages. Like, a lot. Ellen always complains that she never gets any. Then, the other day I gave her a necklace a company had sent me. It came in a little box. Ellen started typing away at her play computer:
“I just started blogging and I got this necklace in a package!”
Listening to the song Bullet Proof when I asked her to call Sam for dinner:
“He’d never let me sweep him off his feet.”
Ellen: Mom, I’m going to do a fashion show on the runway!
Me: Ok, let me see you do the catwalk.
Ellen :::gets on all fours and starts meowing:::
- dimbo = limbo
- pol nalish = nail polish
- boobie covers = bra
- shaddit puppos = shadow puppets
- snuffalo = Vitamix tamper
- patoonie = paczki
- hanitizer = hand sanitizer
My daughter loves using “hanitizer” too! Alll the time!
Sharon Jones says
Out of the mouths of babes …..
Cracks me up (in a good way) (need cheering up some days, nah make that most days).
Marissa teslak says
How Sam got his bed…. The best
Iris Hanlin (@iristhewriter) says
Haha “I will be with you in just six minutes.” Love it. So patient!
The Starving Inspired
Pol nalish makes perfect sense to me!