As a follow up to the last post, below are several of Ella's latest gems of wisdom. I was reminded to publish this post this evening, when Sean gave Ella a brand new toothbrush, complete with ladybugs, to hopefully help with the nightly toothbrushing battle. Ella's first order of business: brush her belly, poke herself in the eye (after I told her not to poke herself in the eye because it would probably hurt, apparently to make sure I was telling the truth), stick it in her buttcrack, and brush Maggie's teeth.
“It’s a nice sunny day!” She says this every time we’re outside in the sunshine.
“Yes, Mama!” Her standard reply whenever I call for her. It seems so grown-up coming from such a little person.
“I want to hold you,” said when she wants us to hold her.
“Good job, Daddy!” said to Sean when he finished mowing the lawn last weekend.
“Going to let him go back to his family,” said each and every time she lets a bug go. “Family” is pronounced, “fwamwy”.
“Thank you, Mama. That so nice.”
“I brushing my hair so pretty so we can go to the zoo. My friends will be so proud of me!” Said as she was brushing her hair on the morning we met our playgroup at, you guessed it, the zoo.
“OH! He’s so cute! I hold him *every* time,” said of a cute little squirrel at the zoo.
“I going outside for a couple of whiles.”
The other day Ella was playing with the side of the garbage bin in the kitchen, and when I asked her not to do it, she looked me and with a sigh of exasperation, said, “I do it all the time.”
After responding to Ella calling for me from the other room:
Ella: “Don’t yell at me.”
Me, a bit surprised: “I’m not yelling at you, honey.”
Ella: “You’re yelling at me for days.”
At the Asian market this week, I couldn’t find the rice noodles I was looking for, and Ella, seeing that I was a little bit frustrated, asked what was the matter. When I told her, she put her hands up, shook her head, and said, “Oh, damn!” Naturally there was a very nice couple right next to us, who will no doubt nominate me for Mother of the Year.
One night this week we were trying to get Ella to brush her teeth, a previously enjoyable task which has for some reason turned into a nightly throw-down. This week my tactic has been to sing songs about brushing, one of which has a line that repeats the phrase “tooth decay”. “I yike tootie cakes!” she declared at the end of the song. That obviously worked really well.
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This post made me laugh out loud! I love all the little silly things she says and does! So, teeth brushing is so hard for us too! And it drives me nuts to see the gross-ness building up. I unfortunately, have been desparate to use the scare tactic. I tell her that the sugar bugs are growing on her teeth and if she doesn't brush them off, her teeth will start to hurt and they could take over her mouth. I know, I am a terrible mother. I hope she won't have a complex about this later on, but it seems to be working, and she will at least listen to me and then work to try and brush a bit to get them off. I figure it is either that, or spend the rest of my days scraping them off with my finger nail, which is so gross. Maybe something along those lines will work.
ReplyDeleteWe are ABSOLUTELY loving these posts! You have such a way of writing down the funny things in your life that it makes us feel like we're right there and you're telling us all this in person! I'm not sure how you have time, but keep it up! :)
ReplyDeleteAw, thanks, Heather! (and Devin!).
ReplyDeleteSage, I've resorted to threatening Ella about the sugarbugs. My mom did the exact same thing to me, and she's convinced that's why I had such a phobia of the dentist as a child (okay, also as an adult). I don't think that's the reason, however, and am happy to use that tactic if it'll work. So far it's been relatively successful.