Boo boos

Last night we were visiting my grandma and Avery slid off the couch and hit the floor on her bum. She goes to my mom and says, 

"I got a boo boo on my butt. Kiss my butt."

:)

Watching what we say...

This is one of those, this will embarrass someone when they're 18, kind of posts. 

Last night I was changing Liam's diaper and noticed his "boys" needed some attention. So I said, Dee I need some diaper cream for his, um, well, insert slang word for the "boys". 

When it was Avery's time for a new pull-up, I was cleaning her up, and she says...

"Momma, where my *insert slang word for the "boys"*.

I said, "Avery, girls don't have *insert slang word for the 'boys'." 

"No, Momma, I have *insert slang word for the 'boys', clean my *insert slang word for the 'boys'."

Communications of a 2 year old…

I’ve been seriously slack in updating our blog, so I thought I’d try my hand at keeping up with all those cute little things Avery (and Liam soon) says during the day. I’ve got a little creative way to use them eventually, but I think I’ll use the blog as a depot for them now. Dee and I are constantly laughing at her little bits of wisdom, so I think sharing them is a nice way to have everyone laughing.

First off, know that our daughter, who is just a little over 2 now, has been talking since she was 5 months old, and hasn’t stopped. She has to be the most verbal 2 year old, I’ve known, although being her mother, I’m probably way more than impartial. Of course I’m going to think what she says and does day to day is absolutely the cutest (wittiest, wisest, most brilliant) thing any child has ever said or done – given that, take this blog as you will. The things we think are absolutely darling, you may think are completely, well, normal. But on with the blog

Avery has many words for words, so to keep everyone on the same page, I should probably include a “what does that mean” section. If I write, Avery said “Sissy, eat these noo noos” you’ll know that she’s trying to get her brother to eat macaroni. 2 year old speak can be confusing, so here you go (and yes, when Liam starts with his hilarity, I’ll be sure to include him):

Sissy = Liam (yes, he will be scarred)

Brobrah = Liam

Noo Noos = Spaghetti or macaroni – really, any pasta type, she doesn’t discriminate

Hewoah = Hello

Nememmemm nmmmm emmmmnmemmmes = M&M’s (her favorite potty treat)

Rhae Rhae = Rhaelyn, our dog and Avery’s favorite punching bag

Gus = Angus, our other dog, but we affectionately refer to him as grump

YaYas = her favorite restaurant

Kak Kak = Great Grandma Duck, hence the duck sound

If we come across more, I’ll be sure to update the list.

Coming from the backseat of my Pacifica the other day:

“Momma, I take shoes off.”

Me, “No, Avery, leave your shoes on.”

“I take shoes off” as the shoes are chunked across my car “Now I take socks off.”

Me, “No, Avery, leave your socks on it’s cold!”

“No, Momma, I see pretty toes.”  

We pretty much go through this daily. I’m always finding random socks and an occasional shoe I’ve missed along the way, hiding somewhere in my car. And sometimes when “sissy” is sleeping, she’ll chunk the shoe his way to ever so gently wake him up.