Happy 2nd birthday, sassafras. I wanted to do those cool birthday interview question things with you, but you got really mad at me and kept telling me “I can’t know the answer!” So, let’s try again next year, or after you nap, or you turn five. Whichever is easiest.
So, here is a little Ellen chatter for your birthday, kiddo:
Ellen: Where’s daddy?
Me: Mowing the lawn.
Ellen: No! He’s cutting the grass! :::eye roll:::
My Mom (to me): This girl needs an N-A-P.
Ellen: I don’t want to take an N-A-P!!!
Anytime I put on lipstick:
“Oh, mommy. I like your mustache!
My Mom: Ellen, I’m going to eat your toes.
Ellen (very sadly): My toes are too smelly to eat.
Ellen likes to carry around the phone when she FaceTimes with my mom. It’s kind of like a Blair Witch experience. Not for the easily motion-sickened.
“I can’t hold Mima. I make her sick…”
Taking a sneaky swig from my Diet Coke:
“Oh! I like that drink in my mouth. It tastes like melon.”
Ellen: Whatcha doin’, daddy?
Mike: Cleaning out my ears.
Ellen: It’s good to know!
Eating a cupcake with Pop Rocks on it for Independence Day:
“It sparkled my mouth!”
Waiting at the CVS drivethru for my Rx:
“I’ll have french fries, momma.”
Anytime something displeases her about the tv:
“Mom! The Comcast! The Comcast needs to come fix it!”
Driving by UofM’s football stadium featuring a disgusting (Go Green!) and huge block M:
“Oooh. The number ‘T’. It’s big!”
Listening to Ellen play with her little figurines:
“Seconds later, something flew through the air up to the sky!”
Me: Ellen, your birthday is coming up on Monday, and you’re going to be two!
Ellen: I can’t get bigger and bigger!
I wish it were true, little gal…