All good things come with lots of attitude


Oof!
April 26, 2008, 10:31 am
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Monkey as she’s trying to get her melon through the opening of a narrow shirt:

“Oof! Why’s my brains gotta make my head so big?”

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British waiter to us as we’re ordering burgers: “Would you like to-mah-toes and lettuce on that?”

Monkey: “To-MAH-toes? It’s not to-MAH-toes, silly!” *cracks up*

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As she sits on the potty:

“I’m going to put make my poopy jump!”

Also:

*holding up two fingers* “I’m going to put two poopies in here.”



Belated birthday catch-up
April 24, 2008, 9:44 am
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For her actual birthday (um…almost a month ago. heh.), Monkey and I headed out to the Museum of Natural History to look at bones and butterflies.

Dinosaurs!

Saying hello.

She LOVED the dinosaurs. We spent a good 45 minutes running from one set of bones to the next.

Dinosaurs!

Dinosaurs!

The butterfly conservatory was open, so we got to walk around and sweat while butterflies bumped into us. We found this HUGE moth sleeping on a tree.

Huge moths don't scare us

She also loved the spooky squid and whale exhibit. It was too dark for a good photo, though. I totally expected her to be scared by it, but, no. She kept running up to it to look at it again and again. Brave little monkey.

Afterwards, we headed over to Alice’s Teacup for some fancy finger sammiches and yummy scones. Monkey got to wear some fairy wings and was sprinkled with fairy dust. Almost a month later, I’m still finding fairy dust on her stuff.

Donning fairy wings at Alice's Teacup

And, that ended her four-day-long birthday extravaganza. Happy third, Prettymonkey!



Zoo love
April 24, 2008, 9:33 am
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Spring has finally arrived, so we’ve been taking advantage of it and heading outdoors whenever possible.

Earlier this week, we headed out to the local zoo with a few friends in tow. The local zoo is pretty small – perfect for taking toddlers and letting them run amok, sans strollers, for an hour or two. Hello, guaranteed naps!

Monkey and her little friend, G, ran around from one exhibit to the next, pointing and gawking at all the different reptiles and monkeys.

Watching the Prairie Dogs

Iguanas

In awe over the monkeys

Monkey and Josie made a new friend:

Makng new friends

They counted chickens:

Counting chickens

Stared at the llamas:

Big ol' eyes

Hid out in tunnels:

In the tunnels

And pretended to be turtles:

Monkey and turtle

When it was time to go, they climbed ALL the way up the steps by themselves like big girls:

Walking up the steps like big girls

We got home, ate lunch, and then promptly passed out for a few hours…

Pooped out after a long day

We heart the zoo.



Because I said so
April 18, 2008, 7:56 pm
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Monkey is deep into the “Why” phase of toddlerhood. While we try to be good about answering her questions, there comes a point where you have to say, “Just because.” (Actually, what I want to say is usually far more colorful than that.) I started a new tactic where I just give a long, convoluted answer in hopes that I’ll just confuse her into submission:

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Monkey: Why do we have to brush our teeth?

Me: Because if you don’t you’ll have germs all over your teeth and they’ll turn green and black and fall out of you head and you won’t be able to sing because your teeth will come flying out of your mouth and you won’t be able to eat chicken or rice or pizza or apples because you won’t have teeth to chew so we’ll have to stick everything in the blender and feed you mushy food like a baby.

Monkey: …but, why do you have to put my food in the blender?

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It’s driving me crazy.

The other day, we were watching Cinderella for what must’ve been the eleventy-gajillionth time. She knows this movie by heart, and yet, she asks:

Mommy, why are they waking up Cinderella? why are they pouring water on Cinderella? why are they ripping her dress? why is she sad? because they ripped her dress? why? why is her dress blue? why is her hair blong (her way of saying ‘blonde’)? why did her fairy grandmother help her? why are they going to ride her in a pumpkin?

why, why, why….

when is this phase supposed to end?



Dramatic much?
April 18, 2008, 8:37 am
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Monkey is in her room looking for her princess phone…and, by “looking” I mean that she stood outside her bedroom door and yelled for me.

Monkey: Mommy, I cant’ find my phone.

Me: Did you look for it?

Monkey: No….

Me: It’s on your shelf.

Monkey: Mommy, come get it for me.

Me: No. You can do it yourself. Go get it.

Monkey: But, Mommy, I’m just a poor, unfortunate soul.

Clean Monkey



The incredible expanding belly
April 16, 2008, 8:03 pm
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Monkey woke up a little under the weather today. She ran a fever all day and hardly ate anything more than a handful of grapes and half a piece of toast. By 7 pm, her fever finally broke. Sweaty and bright-eyed, she asked for some food. Over the course of 20 minutes, she devoured a bowl of spaghetti squash with meat sauce, two handfuls of nacho chips, a glass of OJ, a glass of pomegranate juice and seltzer, half an orange, and a whole cereal bar.

I think she’s feeling better.



What was it we need, again?
April 7, 2008, 10:26 am
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My car has a flat. I called a friend to come over and help me change it because, um, I’m not about to wrestle a tire change while 6 months pregnant.

Monkey overhears my conversation.

Monkey: “Mommy, you have a flat tire?”

Me: “Yes, baby. The tire went flat, so we have to change it.”

Monkey: “Oh…Mommy, you can’t drive it like that, right? Remember? You need AIR in your tire. A-I-R, Mommy. AAAAAIiiiiiiiirrrrrrrr.”

Me: “Yes, thank you.”

A few minutes later, she told me that we can just call the “farmer girl” to come change our tire for us. Not sure who farmer girl is, but I hope Monkey gets her contact information for next time.