At the grocery store the other day I accidently tooted. I moved the cart quickly, hoping people would assume it was the cart, or at least one of my babies. Until my “baby” called me out...
K: “Mama! uh-oh! Funny! Funny! Poop.”
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Despite embarrassing me, I am amazed at Kherington’s rapidly accumulating knowledge. I often tell her that she is smart.
We have been practicing meeting and talking to new people:
M: “What is your name?
K: “Kerry-tin. Smart.” (nodding head)
M: “Yes, you are smart. How old are you?”
K: “tree!”
M: “No, honey, Harper is three. You are two.”
K: “Oh! Okay.”
M: “So how old are you?”
K: (pause) “dos!”
Smart, indeed.
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At the dinner table:
M: “Will you eat some of your strawberries?”
K: “SURE! Ummy! Ummy pawperries.”
M: “How about some broccoli?”
K: “Mama! No, Mama! Ummy, no.” (while emphatically shaking her head) “Hondo eat?” (nodding yes)
Good try, kid.
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Yesterday she discovered a microscopic cut on her knee that was scabbed over and a little red. I cleaned it and gave her a Dora band-aid. But being overly dramatic, she made sure anyone in a 100 mile radius knew about it.
K: “boo-boo hurts! Kiss, please.”
Everyone kindly obliged.
Last night I was in the bathroom. Kherington charged in and saw me using a panty liner.
K: “Mama, band-aid! Boo-boo?”
Um…..
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On another note, sweet Hadley is so laid-back, chill and cheerful. I am always saying “Happy, happy, happy Hadley!” while she smiles and coos at me.
At Kherington’s two year well check at the doctor:
Dr.: “What is your baby sister’s name?
K: “sister.”
M: “no, KherBear, what is sister’s name?”
K: “Haduh.” (pause. Nodding head) “Her happy.”
Truth.
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I guess we all have adjectives attached to our names now.
I just told Kherington she couldn't have a cookie before dinner, so I really hope mine isn’t “Mommy, mean!”
What would your adjective be?
What would you like it to be?
It isn’t too late to try and change it.
1 comments:
Love these stories!!! She is a pip!
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