Some favorites overheard in the Small World in the New Year.
O., on January 7th, looking at the accumulating snow out the window: "Mom, I think it really IS going to be a White Christmas!"
O., hanging upside down from an armchair, just returned from the library, where he picked five new DVDs, while mini corn dogs are being cooked for his lunch: "Why do I never get to do what I want???"
O., every night when offering N. her nighttime hug and kiss: "Good night, sweetie pie."
O. to me after I slump into my chair at dinnertime one night: "Doesn't it make you tired to take care of us all day?"
O to me as I'm leaving the house to go to work (briefly) using a little purse I haven't used for five years. "Mommy, where is your big purse? No one is going to know who you are."
O., every single morning (and sometimes as a reminder before he goes to bed): "For breakfast, I want a big waffle cut up with syrup on it."
O., somewhat obsessed with numbers of late: "Mom. Can you count to sixty forty? How about two hundred one thousand?"
O. (loudly) "Jesus Christ!
(loooong pause, during which I start leaping across the room with dagger eyes...)
N., when given anything she has requested: "Tanks, dude."
N., particularly excited about a fresh basket of laundry: "Mommy wash zeeba pants fo me??
N., after I have told O. to cool it with the attitude in the backseat. "Yeah. Addidude, O."
N., about 10,000 times per day, for every possible scenario:
"Why, Mommy, why??"
N., responding to a "why" question of her own. "Tuz. Beetuz."
N., when asked where anything she has recently been carrying around has gotten to:
"I na know."
N., looking for a particular puzzle piece: "Where is dat?" (I should note that she makes no moves to actually look. Just crosses her arms, shrugs and repeats.)
N., while playing Memory, Disney Princess Edition: "Yessss!! N. winning!"
N., learning first person narration: "N. want tookie. No. I want tookie."
N., after receiving said 'tookie': "I bake in haf for ya?"
"Happy Hurtday to...Spot!"
"Ring Rosie. Dashes. All Fall Down!"
"Baby Deezus is boooorn!"
N:, thinking of snack options: "How bout...dandy!"
N., in another room, hearing her name being discussed: "WHAT??!??" (accompanied by very put upon facial expression)
N., after spinning wildly then falling to the ground. "Dust tidding!"
*Okay, I didn't really want to cue the Bruce Willis-voiced-talking-baby visual here, but seriously. My baby? She is talking. For real.