Every once in a while I like to do a post that is just funny. I know that I need a good laugh most days. Here is the last one I did, just in case you didn't get to read it.
1. Anytime L is pottying and I ask if she needs to pee pee or poo poo, she promptly reminds me that peeing is for girls and pooping is for boys. Where in the world do they get this stuff?
2. Anyone who knows me knows that I use the phrase "your mom" like it's going out of style (yes, I know it might be). L has starting using it too. The other day I said to her, "your mom's crazy" to which she chuckled and then asked, "wait...your mom or my mom?".
3. At the movie theater L saw a big cutout for the new Simpson's movie. If you haven't seen the add, it is a big cut out of all the characters sitting on a couch. L ran over and tried to climb up on it exclaiming, "I have to have my picture made". Can you say "we've been to a few too many theme parks lately"?
4. L has always been fascinated with breasts. Even before she could walk, she would crawl around, find one of my bras and slip it over her head, while crawling away. She now has graduated to asking for a bra for herself, running to the lingerie section of every store we enter and informing me everytime she gets dressed that she is going to "have really, really big boobs when she grows up".
5. While changing one of L's male friend's diapers one day, my nosy little L asked what was on his bottom. I explained that boys have a penis. She proceeds with, "when I grown up I'm going to have a really, really big penis".
6. One morning G had a tank top on and L noticed his armpits. She was fascinated with the hair he had and exclaimed (yes, you guessed it), "when I grow up I'm going to have really, really hairy armpits".
7. The image I have of my "grown up" daughter, as she hopes to be, is enough to laugh at.
8. This one may embarrass me more than L. I had been having trouble with my allergies for several days and had swallowed all of the drainage I could handle. We were driving in the car and I rolled down my window to expel some. L immediately wanted her window down so she could spit. I then tried to justify my "spitting", which L knows is a no no, by using terms she wouldn't know. I told her (cut me some slack here...I was put on the spot by a 2 year old) that I had a hocker I needed to get rid of. That seemed to be enough to take her mind off of it and we carried on our drive. A month or so later, my sister in law, Lisa, and L were riding in the back seat as I drove. L began making a horrible noise and I could hear Lisa asking her if she was choking. She then replied, "No, I need my window down. I have a hocker". I thought Lisa was going to die.
9. Yesterday, as L was playing by herself, G and I overheard her saying, "If you believe, all of your dreams come true". When she caught us grinning at her she said, "They will... I'm a really big princess" and I hope that they do!
1 comment:
Earth to Becky, boys are icky and poop is icky so it would only make sense that poop comes from boys. And I for one can't wait to see Leah's future self-portraits!
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