Random Bits of Cuteness

The latest funny things Carrie says:

In response to my suggestion that she help me fold laundry in the living room (to get her out of Denis’ hair while he used the steam cleaner in the family room): “Oh! Laundry in the living room? That’d be great!”

“Mommy, blank me up!” is how she asks to be tucked in.

“I blow it off” is what she says when something is too hot and she’s going to blow on it to cool it off.

And, heaven forbid anyone ask her what she had for breakfast, because I’m sure “raisin opium” would warrant a call to CPS. I liked it better when she mispronounced oatmeal as “opamee”!

Darn it, I’ve been mentally saving up cute things Carrie has been saying lately, and now that I sat down to blog about them I can’t remember most of them.

One thing that was especially cute was New Year’s Eve: Lisa and Greta and their families came over for the afternoon. Carrie was thrilled to be running around and playing with all the other kids. At one point she asked to sit on the potty, and while I was sitting there with her she asked if we could go downstairs and watch “Sesee Street”. When I replied that she had already watched Sesame Street, and didn’t she want to go play with her friends instead, she said, “yes, watch Sesee Street with my peoples!”

And about that sitting on the potty thing… Carrie has intentionally pooped in the potty twice. I know most kids start out peeing in the potty, but apparently mine just has to do things in her own order. I’m actually not pushing this at all – she asked to sit on the potty both times, told us that she needed to go, and after a bit she went. Whether this turns into full-blown potty-training or not is entirely up to her at this point. She’s asked a few other times and not done anything, but usually it’s because one or another of her friends has just gone and peer pressure seems to work even at this young age.

I also have the weirdest kid ever. Today I convinced her to eat more macaroni and cheese with the promise of more frozen lima beans. I have no idea where her love of frozen lima beans came from, because I can’t stand them – frozen, cooked, or anywhere in between. The ironic thing is that it’s usually the other way around, with parents bribing their kids to eat more veggies by withholding yummy things like mac-o-cheese. (That’s her word for macaroni and cheese. “PBJs and jelly and bread” is how she describes peanut butter & jelly sandwiches.)

The other night we had a surprise birthday dinner for my mom at a Chinese restaurant. (Coincidentally, the only food I actually wanted to eat those first couple of months I was pregnant was the chicken & asparagus takeout from this place. Mmmmm.) Carrie insisted on having “chops!” so I rigged up a pair of training chopsticks with an extra ponytail holder I had in my purse. (I need to start carrying rubber bands or buy a pair of these.)

But the funniest moment of the evening was when Carrie let us and the entire restaurant know that, while she does in fact like “noodles” (aka lo mein), she prefers “crunchy noodles!!” – dipped in duck sauce, of course.

We only get the paper on the weekends and on holidays. It’s probably a bad habit and a bad example to set, but we browse through it during breakfast on the days we get it. So the other morning – Friday, I think – Carrie decided she wanted to read the paper too. We gave her a random page, which just so happened to be the page with the Sudoku puzzle on it. Well, she asked for a pencil and went to town: “Look Mommy, I draw a four!”

At breakfast this morning Murphy was begging for Carrie’s bagel, so I told him to lay down. Carrie followed that up with a stern “Stay!” – which is a command we don’t use, we use “Wait!” instead, so she got that somewhere else (a book maybe?)

I laughed and said, “You’re pretty precocious, aren’t you? Do you know what ‘precocious’ means?”

Carrie’s reply? “It’s a kind of circle!” Then, after laughing hysterically for a bit she said, “I funny, Mommy!”

I think she was making a joke…

Carrie has made a few observations today:

To our friend Lexi, as she patted Carrie’s hair, “I have a lot of hair!”
After taking off her rain boots in the car, she told me, “Mommy, I have tiny little feet!”

And in the car (after getting her flu shot, which Carrie watched and didn’t cry at all about) she must have been playing hide and seek with her sippy cup. I hear, “Where’s my water? Where’s my water?” from the back seat, and then “Oh, there it is! I found you!”

(edited to add:)
The other day I was wearing a light-weight fuzzy sweater instead of my usual long-sleeve t-shirt. Carrie looked at me and said “You wear towel shirt?” So I asked her if that was a good thing or a bad thing, and she touched my sleeve and said “oh, so soft!” So I guess “towel shirt” is a compliment!

More Carrie-isms:

In reply to Denis asking her to come over and get her coat on this evening: “No, I busy right now!”

If I ask Carrie if she’s my baby, she’ll often say, “I not a baby, I a little girl!”

When she no longer wants to sit strapped into a shopping cart, she just wiggles out of the belt, starts to stand up (!) and says “I walk now, pleeeeeease!” (This is not a request, the “pleeeeeease” part is just thrown in there to make it sound like a request instead of a command.) Oh, and Carrie figured out how to hold onto the cart handle and stand on the bottom bar the other day. Not the safest thing I’ve ever let her do, but at least she’s sandwiched between me and the cart, I know where she is, and she’s not standing up in the seat portion of the cart.

We were at my grandparents’ house for lunch today, and as I was putting Carrie in her car seat we had the following conversation:

Carrie: “Great-Grandma go bye-bye too?”
Me: “No, honey, Great-Grandma isn’t going bye-bye.”
Carrie: “Great-Grandma go to work?”
Me: “No. Great-Grandma doesn’t work, she’s retired.”
Carrie: (after thinking for a bit) “Great-Grandma need a nap!”

I guess I’m retired too, because I sure do need a nap!

I’m still here – major work is underway for the second birthday party, and I’ve been spending every free moment lately working on Christmas gifts, which explains the lack of posting. However, I couldn’t let these little sayings go without writing them down:

The other day we were walking through Sears, right by the jewelry display. Carrie dropped both our hands, ran up to the display, put her hands on the glass and said “I love this!” Then she walked over a couple of steps, and repeated herself, and again…we’re in trouble!

After dinner this evening, Carrie was getting her crazies out by hopping around the first floor. Denis remarked (quietly) “what a nut!”. Carrie came hopping back into the kitchen saying “what a nut! what a nut!”

Also after dinner: I told Carrie “I love you!” She leaned in close and said “I love me too!”

And finally, Carrie was begging for a diaper change (unneeded) over the monitor after we put her to bed. I went up to change her and when I walked in to the room she stuck out her tongue, pointed to it, and said “tun hath oo-oo, nee an-ay!” (Translation: “tongue has boo-boo, need band-aid!”) Why she thought I’d give her a band-aid for her tongue when she won’t even keep one on her finger is beyond me.