I gave Ellen a picture of her baby brother to hang onto. Now she takes it everywhere and tells me things about him:
“Um, he’s kinda like big and smaller.”
Snuggling right up next to me, Ellen said, “Mommy, you pretty. You my buddy.”
You’re all going “awww,” but what I didn’t tell you is that seconds before, she was throwing a fit, and I was sitting down on the couch with a big bowl of Mackinac Island Fudge ice cream. She pulled that same crap on my mom two minutes later.
Spilling prune juice all over her high chair:
“Aww! What Annie do?” (Annie is the cat…)
Now, when you ask Ellen what she is doing:
“Something special with the kids.”
Listening to Icona Pop on the speakers at Nordstrom Rack
Ellen (totally jamming): Mommy, I like dis song.
Me: Why’s that?
Ellen: ‘Cause I dance!
And, I really can’t help but melt (or become suspicious) when I hear her latest words of approval for me:
“You so pretty!”
“You my buddy!”
“Cute shirt, mom!”
And, is it just me, or at this age is the word “not” really big?
“I not change my diaper!”
“I not put on jammies!”
“I not take a bath!”