Friday, July 1, 2011

The Darnedest Things

We are finally at the stage where we have no idea what's going to come out of Beatrice's mouth. She repeats everything and says some pretty hilarious things at inopportune times. It's fun. And did I mention hilarious?

One night when I was rocking her before bed, I told her to quit picking her nose. She looked at me and said, "God made boogies, mama."

While shopping for huge new bras at Target this week, Beatrice was having a fit to hold them. I handed her one and she said, "whoa, BIG bra."





























Tonight during bath, I told Beatrice that God made her arms, legs, toes, etc. She patted my chest and said, "God made mommies." She then proceeded to state that God made lights, balls, shadows, mirrors, and giraffes.






































When out in public, any strange noise that we hear elicits a loud, "mama toots" from our girl. It is typically followed by a louder, "mama poops." I assure you mama takes every precaution to do those things at home, just so you know.






































Another night we were snuggling and Beatrice was pointing out all of my face parts. "Mommy's eyes, mommy's nose, mommy's face, mommy's other face. Mommy has 2 faces!" While I do have 2 sides to my face, I am not 2-faced. Promise.


























The other night, Beatrice pooped in the tub. This is always a scary thing for me so I quickly got her out and yelled for JD to come help. I guess she determined that I was scared and put 2 and 2 together to relate fright with frogs because she declared that there were "frogs in the baff (bath)." She talked about those frogs and how they scared mama for days. And that object floating in the tub is not a frog, it is a donkey. And that's not code for anything. It's just a plastic toy donkey. 
























And finally, whenever Beatrice meets someone new or encounters a new toy, she says, "Hi, name's Beatrice. Hi." It's adorable.

2 comments:

  1. this made me laugh out loud....and become more than a little nervous for when our 15 mo old bean starts articulating what she thinks.

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