Ellen Chatter -

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.

Does everyone else have about 10k of these on their phone?

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!”