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I usually do a lot of pictures in my posts, but I wanted to do something different and write down some of the funny things that Andrea says all the time, so here goes:

  • “Oh my goodness!”
    She says this about all kinds of things, from the shocking to the mundane. Today it was, “Oh my goodness! I’m so sweaty!”
  • “Apparently”
    Another commonly used (and misused) word. She says things like, “My dress is dirty, apparently.”
  • “I’m afraid (that)…”
    This one cracks me up because it sounds so grown up, like she’ll say in a disappointed voice, “I’m afraid I’ll need my coat today.”
  • “You know”
    Another hilarious one to hear from a 3 year old. She sounds like such a know-it-all when she says it. She’ll tell me thing like, “Some dinosaurs eat fish, you know.” She also says it when she’s sure I know something but I have no idea what she’s talking about, like, “My pink shirt with the butterfly. You know.” And if I dare say I don’t know what she’s referring to, she’ll say, “Yes, you do. You know, Mommy. The PINK shirt. With the butterfly. YOU KNOW.”
  • “WHAT?!?”
    This is another that completely cracks me up. She has this incredulous way of saying, “WHAT?!?” whenever something is unusual or surprising. Like we saw one of those inflatable Christmas decorations the other day, and it was a Santa in a helicopter. I pointed it out and then heard from the back seat, “WHAT?!? Santa in a helicopter?!?” followed by hysterical laughter.

Another funny thing she says is at bedtime. I usually read her a book, then lay down and cuddle with her in her bed for a few minutes to make sure she gets settled. But she’s very independent, so after a minute or two, she’ll say, “When I say 10, you can leave.” Then she’ll count on her fingers, “1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Okay! You can leave now!” And she really wants me to get up and leave the room right that instant, or she just keeps repeating it over and over. “You can leave. I said you can leave. You can leave now, Mommy.”

She also has a lisp like thing going on when she says words that start with “fl-” like flower, floor, flip-flops. They come out sounding like sthlower, sthloor, and sthlip-sthlops. I love how cute it is, but I hope she grows out of it in the next year, so that we can avoid speech therapy. I think lisps are still pretty normal at this age though, so for now, I just enjoy it.

And she makes up words like crazy. I just asked her to say something silly and she immediately replied, “Pomma domma,” whatever that means. And if you ask her the name of her stuffed animals, she makes up crazy names on the spot every time. She’s holding a penguin now and I asked her his name and she said, “Pinga.” If there’s more than one animal, she’ll usually come up with a lot of made-up rhyming names, like “Schlomo, Domo, and Lomo.”

Another random funny I wanted to write down before I forget… She is super observant about everything, so one day, we were both wearing short-sleeved shirts and she said that our shirts were the same. I replied, “Yes, they both have short sleeves.” But she said, “No, not just short sleeves. They’re both FLAT sleeves.” I was completely confused by this, so I asked what she meant, and she said, “Some shirts have scrunched up sleeves, but this shirt has flat sleeves, like you.” After a little more discussion about what scrunched up sleeves meant, I realized she was referring to shirred cap sleeves like a lot of her shirts have, where they are gathered a bit at the shoulder (like this), versus sleeves on like a regular T-shirt or polo shirt that aren’t gathered (aka “scrunched up”). She reminded me about last night, when she brought it up again, because we all had on short-sleeves, but her sleeves were “scrunched up” and ours weren’t.

Speaking of wearing short-sleeves yesterday, it was AMAZING weather. A record-breaking 70 degrees on December 14th! And it’s even warmer today. We went to the playground after I picked her up from preschool and had such fun. She’s even starting to do the monkey bars without help (she made it a few rungs before she got nervous and wanted me to grab her), and was really brave about climbing up in the tower thing that she’s always been afraid of before. Here’s a picture of her on the slide. This was before we changed into short-sleeves, in the creative outfit she put together for school, because she had been begging to wear the pink skirt for a while.

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More Andrea Funnies

Just a few things I’ve been meaning to post…

– Andrea’s getting heavy (just shy of 30 pounds now), and so a lot of times when I’m carrying her I end up commenting on how heavy she is. She has taken this to mean that I am unable to carry her because I am too heavy. So sometimes when I go to pick her up, she starts fussing or crying and saying, “No! You’re too heavy, Mom!” often followed by “Daddy’s not too heavy.” Just what every mother wants to hear.

– She got silly bandz in a goody bag from her friend Jillian’s birthday party over the summer. She loves them. We only let her play with one or two at the time and I put the rest away, but she treated the thing like it was her baby, taking it everywhere, talking about it constantly… She kept saying, “Somebody took all of them,” knowing that she actually got more in her goody bag. So I helped her “look for them” one day and we found them (on my chest of drawers, where I put them the day of the party). She was ecstatic. She knows all the ones she has, and can tell you from across the room what shape one is by it’s color. And she knows which ones she has multiple colors of and everything. It’s creepy. She doesn’t get to wear them out of he house though, because she wore one to the store once and lost it, and she sobbed endlessly the whole way home. I would have thought she was too young to really get them, but she loves them. The other day, she told me that silly bandz are “awesome.” (Her new favorite word.)

– She told her first joke! While were we at our family’s lake house in Missouri visiting with relatives, someone asked her about her trip to visit my parents in Park City. They asked her if she liked all the dogs, and what their names were. She said, “Duke… Molly… Bob!” (My mom has 5 dogs, none of which are named Bob.) But we tease her and say things are named Bob all the time as a joke, and she picked up on it and told a joke back! (To give you an idea, if we ask, “Does he have a name?” about a stuffed animal or something and she doesn’t answer, we say, “Is it Bob?” and she laughs. Or if she says, “What’s his name?” about something/someone, we jokingly answer, “Bob!” and she’ll say, “No it’s not!”)

– Whenever we’re on the phone, we try to remind her to be quiet (although usually once we’re on the phone she instantly needs to go potty, get a drink, have a snack, and hold something she can’t reach and screams about all it all). But the other day, she was talking on a play phone of hers, and looked up at Paul and me, and said, “Quiet!” We just about died laughing.


Andrea and I stopped by the park on our way home from preschool. It’s lovely outside and I wanted to take advantage of the nice weather and wear her out for nap.

After playing a while she seemed to be getting tired, so I suggested we go home. She started walking with me to the car, then stopped and sat down on a bench, and said, “Let’s stop and talk,” very matter-of-factly. I sat down and said, “What do you want to talk about?” Her response:
“Let’s talk about bunnies! And King Triton.”

I’m still laughing….

Andrea loves books and we read a lot. The other night as we were choosing our next book, Andrea said, โ€œThat book, I exclaimed!โ€ hahaha

Best Friends

We were laying in bed yesterday morning being lazy while Andrea watched TV. She was curled up in Paul’s arm, and said out of the blue, “I’m cuddling with my best friend.” Just made us smile. ๐Ÿ™‚

Of course, she followed it by telling me, “You’re not my best friend!” but oh well. It was sweet for a minute. haha

More cuteness

Andrea likes cinnamon raisin bread, but she calls it “craisin bread” because she thinks all dried fruit bits are craisins, which she loves. Only dried fruit so far that she hasn’t liked are golden raisins. I bought a package of mixed dried fruit that has golden raisins and she picks them out and eats everything else (dried plums, cherries, blueberries, etc.).

We worked hard to teach Andrea not to say that she “needs” everything. But she started replacing need with want in every sentence. Problem is that it’s not always accurate. For example, when I put her in bed at night, she almost immediately says, “Mommy want to pat me!”ย  No, Mommy WANTS to go downstairs and relax for a minute, not lean over your crib rail patting your back… but Mommy NEEDS to pat you or you won’t go to sleep.ย  LOL!

She also has some little games she likes to play. She often says, “Can you hear me now?” really loud, then in a whisper, then really loud… Like she’s channeling the old Verizon commercial. Not sure how, since that commercial hasn’t been on in ages, but don’t tell her that. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Daily cuteness

Andrea has a new obsession with eye color. Multiple times a day, she goes through this same basic conversation with me (although she rarely stops talking long enough for me to say anything)… “What color are you eyes? (pause) They are blue! What color are MY eyes? (gently pokes herself in the eye) They are blue too! You eyes are blue too! We have blue eyes! Me too! I show Daddy my blue eyes!”

She is also drinking out of open cups now and so asks several times a day for “cup without a lid” or a “cup with a straw”. Sippy cups are old news — now they are only acceptable to her when she’s going to sleep or when we’re away from home.

And we are working on potty training. Still not having much luck, but we are finally making some progress. She used to cry and say, “I don’t like my potty!” whether we tried her potty seat or the little ring on the toilet. But I bought an Elmo potty training book set the other day and even though I don’t think it’s very good as a potty training book, she seems to love it. She asks to read “Elmo potty book” all the time, and she’s been sitting on her potty for 15 or 20 minutes at a time without crying. She’s still never actually done anything on the potty, but it’s a start.