Driving to our church Christmas party, we were going to pick up a little boy and his mom, but they weren't home. Libby was very sad that her friend (whom she had never met) couldn't come.
I only have 18 friends.
Getting out the ingredients to make gingerbread men:
We need some bread for the gingerbread man.
I ask her what her bad dreams were about:
Mean ducks trying to eat me.
An elephant coming down the stairs trying to eat me.
A turtle ate seagull (her stuffed animal named Seagull).
I've taught her that complimenting a person before asking for something makes her more likely to get what she wants:
Mommy, you are so pretty can you please get me a cream of wheat? (She always calls it A cream of wheat.)
Daddy, I like your new jacket. Can I please have some candy?
After learning what it means to "pants" someone:
I'm shirting you. (Pulling up my shirt.)
I'm skirting you. (Pulling down my skirt.)
When I grow bigger like you then I will eat vegetables like carrots and broccoli.
You're a big girl now. You get to eat food like hummus and vegetables and bread.
And ice cream and popsicles and lollipops.
I sent her to wash her hands and when I went to check on her, she was standing at the sink brushing water all over the sink with a paintbrush. "Libby, did you wash your hands or have you just been playing with the paintbrush?"
I just played with the paintbrush. I dip it in there (points to toilet).
Daddy, I need to watch some TV.
Trying to convince me that inanimate objects make her do things she shouldn't:
The sugar was just wanting me to eat it! (one of the many times I found her on the counter eating brown sugar with a spoon.)
Greeting her sister:
Hi there Pipe, how was your nap?
Learning to describe things:
Is this tall or long?
Is it 14 or 10?
Is it short or small?
I told her we were going to the store.
Cowboys don't go to the store.
I told her to wash her hands.
Goats don't wash their hands.
I told her to put her shoes on.
Superheroes don't wear shoes.
Driving home from a neighbor's house just a couple of streets over, I didn't buckle the kids into their carseats. They started to stand up. Jenn: Kids, you have to at least pretend like you're buckled in.
Or a mailman will put us in jail. Jenn: Well, a mailman can't put us in jail, but a policeman can.
Well, it's a type of man.
Singing her own made up song after church one day:
I will sit in my chair and raise my hand. I will keep my feet away from other people. I will be good for Jesus. I will be a sunbeam.
What are you excited about in our new house?
I like the basement in our new house a little bit better than this house. And I like the door knobs and the doors.
I picked her up and accidentally poked her in the bum with my keys.
Now I won't be able to pee because I can't sit on the potty. And I won't be able to eat because the food goes in my mouth and through my stomach and down to my bum. And I won't be able to grow up and be a mommy and have kids because it will hurt when the baby comes out. Yes, it will probably hurt when the baby comes out, but not because I poked you in the bum with my keys.