Wednesday, July 29, 2009

It's The Yittle Fings, Part Three

The other morning, she greeted me with, "When is my baby sister coming?"

"You don't have a baby sister coming."

(She pats her belly) "I'm going to have a baby in here really soon."
We went to the mall, and she was observing the escalators, which are a special treat to ride with Daddy on.

"We can't ride the escalators when Daddy isn't here. They will kill me."

Apparently, we've read one too many bible stories that talk about people getting killed.

She was in the car with Chris the other day, and she announced with wonder, "I just had a backwards toot!!"

We still aren't quite sure what happened there.
This morning, she woke up around 7am crying loudly. I went in and got her settled in and back to sleep. When she woke up, we were talking about her crying. I asked what she had been crying about, and she informed me, "There was a big snot in my bed."

That explains it.
She said "Hey Y'all!" for the first time. Yes, she is definitely from Alabama.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Artsy Fartsy Beachy Photography Attempts


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Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Trampoline Encore

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Monday, July 13, 2009

It's The Yittle Fings, Part Two.

Ali has almost all of her states down pat - even the little ones now! I will try to video her saying them soon.

For the purposes of learning them, I've been using Pistachios and Marshmallows lately. I'll put one on a state, and then when she says the state name, she gets to eat it.

Lately, I've been starting out with marshmallows. Then, a few states in, Ali gets tired of them and says, "I'm all done with marshmallows. I'd like to switch to nuts now."
This morning, I went to get her out of her bead. The first thing she told me was that something hurt. I couldn't understand WHAT hurt, but was afraid of what it sounded like she had said. But, I picked the closest thing I THOUGHT she MIGHT have said, and said,

"Your BACK hurts??"

"No." And, while pointing to exactly what hurt and saying it much more clearly, she informed me, "My BUTT hurts."

"You mean your BOTTOM hurts?"

"Yes, my BOTTOM hurts."

Wow. I wish I could blame that one on her trip to Gramamma and Pop's, but I know better. Time to start paying better attention to what I'm saying, whether I'm talking to her or not.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

It's the Yittle Fings

In the past few weeks, Ali has gotten SO very conversational - it has amazed me the things that she'll come out with. I mean - complete sentence structure and big sentences - like "Daddy do you want to scoot up a little so that I can go behind you?" - it's just fascinating.

But, there's still a bit of baby talk to them. One of my favorite phrases is "yittle fings" (i.e. "little things") because it still has that touch of I-don't-pronounce-things-like-an-adult-yet to it.

So, since I can't fit all of these conversations we've been having into witty posts at my main blog, but I don't want to forget them, I'm going to start collecting some here at B-Sides.

Me: "Are you okay?"
Ali: "I'm not so bad."

She woke up screaming from a dream the other day..."Where's your Thomas? Where's your Percy?" (most of the time she is using "my" appropriately, but I guess it got lost in her sleep somewhere.)
Me: "They are downstairs - you were just dreaming about them. You can play with them tomorrow!"
Ali, in a worried- but-I'm-trying-to-believe-you-tone: "Your Edward will come back too?"

Another night, she woke up screaming, "I want to go downstairs and see Amanda!! And get my Lemonade!!" (something we've only had ONCE at our house)
She woke up the next morning and we played and finally started breakfast - she'd been up for a WHILE - and she said nonchalantly, "Can I have my lemonade now?"

She was bemoaning not wanting to share her snack with some friends that we were about to go see. I explained that she should share, and was using her stuffed Minnie Mouse, whom she was carrying, as an example:

Me: "Are you going to share your snack with Minnie?"
Ali: "No. She doesn't have a mouth."
Me: "If she did have a mouth, would you share your snack?"
Ali: "But she doesn't have a mouth."

And then, finally, tonight, during our bedtime routine and after a few rounds of family kisses, she said in this long, breathless run-on sentence, "I don't want to do another family kiss..because..because..we're going to the beach in 40 days."