Feel better

Today Lindsey talked about going to visit her grandma.  Unfortunately she is sick, so we couldn't head up there.

Lindsey: Let's go see grandma!

Me: Sorry sweetie, grandma is sick.

Lindsey: We should bring her my owie stuff. That will make her feel better.

Me: Well...we could.

For as long as I can remember Lindsey has called her diaper cream the owie stuff (because we  put it where it is owie, obviously). She missed the connection though that the cream really only makes one thing feel better.  Still a sweet gesture!

Snow!

It has finally snowed this winter! After school yesterday Jason bundled Lindsey up in her snow suit so they could play outside.  Lindsey & Joey love playing in the snow! After a little while Jason was ready to head inside to warm up.

Jason: Lindsey, Daddy's hand are cold, lets go inside.

Lindsey: (Pointing to the door) Go put some mittens on.

Clearly she was not ready to head inside.

Sneezes

This darn cold is just getting the best of Lindsey. The other night on the way home from school she had this to share.

(After several big sneezes)

Jason: Wow, that was a lot of sneezes!

Lindsey: And a lot of boogers!

Runny nose

Lindsey has come down with a cold this week. With that her nose seems to be constantly running.  This morning before leaving for school we had this exchange.

Sarah: Lindsey, come here so I can wipe your nose.
Lindsey: No, you don't need to wipe. I licked it, now it's gone.
Sarah: Oh sweetie, please let me wipe your nose.
Lindsey: No, look, I licked it. You don't need to wipe.

GROOOSS!!!

Patience

This certainly isn't something that Lindsey made up on her own. She just randomly started singing it out of the blue which is what made it so funny.

To the tune of London Bridges:

Patience means you have to wait

Have to wait, have to wait.

Paitence means you have to wait

But not for very long.

Boop!

A Puppy

I would like to preface this entry by saying 'No, we are not pregnant'

From time to time we ask Lindsey if she wants to be a big sister some day. This night she said she did want to be one.

Jason: Lindsey, do you want a little brother?

Lindsey: No!

Jason: Do you want a little sister?

Lindsey: No!

Jason: What should we bring home then?

Lindsey: Let's get another puppy.

You don't say

I will be the first to admit that I tend to let Lindsey have her way more than I should.  I'm trying to say no more and enforce the rules a bit harder.  The other morning Lindsey ran up to me with a request.

Lindsey: Mommy, can I have some candy?
Me: Sweetie, go ask your daddy.

(I hear her walk over and talk to Jason)

Lindsey: Mommy, can I have some candy?
Me: I thought you were going to ask daddy.
Lindsey: No, I ask you. Dad says no, you say yes.

Well great, she has figured out that I am the pushover and she isn't even 3.

This is a tricky one

Lindsey has the fun job of giving our dog Joey treats.  She takes this very seriously and gets to choose which type of treat he has earned.  In the last few weeks Joey has had to start doing tricks to earn his treats.  We hope this will help Joey learn that he has to listen to Lindsey. It also makes Lindsey happy :)  I overheard this little gem the other morning.

Lindsey: Okay Joey, I have your treat!
(Joey runs over to her and is at full attention)
Lindsey: Joey, this is going to be a tricky one.
(I watch out of the corner of my eye as I'm not sure where this is going)
Lindsey: Joey, sit.  (he sits)  Joey, lay down. (he lays down). Okay Joey, now this will be tricky.
(She steps towards him and places the treat on his nose)
Lindsey: Okay Joey, eat it!

Prior to this event her commands for him only included sitting and laying down.  Apparently she had seen Jason do this last command with Joey.  Most likely Jason prefaced it with "Okay Joey, this will be tricky."

Be Quiet

Like father, like daughter. Neither Jason or Lindsey are morning people.  Both are extremely hard to wake up and quite unpleasant when you do wake them up.  This morning, Lindsey was in no mood to get up and get ready for school.  In an effort to gently wake her up, I rubbed her back while telling her we need to get up.  After about a minute, she had this to say.

Lindsey: Mom, be quiet. Stop talking to me.

Faster

Now that it is dark out earlier, Lindsey loves looking at her reflection on the patio door.  Her favorite thing to do lately is to run back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room so that she can watch herself run in the window.  Tonight she was at it again, but felt held back.

Lindsey: Mommy, mommy, mommy!

Sarah: Yes, Lindsey.

Lindsey: We need to go get new pants on me. I can't run fast in these!

Turns out that I had accidentally put her in 36 month pants this morning instead of her 24 month pants so they were a bit baggy; baggy enough that they were slowing her down.

Sleep over prep

Tonight, Lindsey is sleeping over at her grandparent's house.  We have been giving her pep talks for a few days to make sure that she listens well and behaves.

Jason: Are you going to listen to grandma tonight?

Lindsey: Yeeeesssss

Jason: Are you going to be a good girl today?

Lindsey: Yeeeesssss

Jason: Are you going to be a good girl everyday?

Lindsey: Nnnnooooo

So Literal

Sometimes we forget that saying one thing can be interpreted literally to a toddler.  We are working on keeping things simple.  Here was Jason's conversation with Lindsey in the car ride home from school.

Lindsey: Daddy, I have to go potty.

Jason: Okay sweetie, we are almost home. Can you hold it?

Lindsey: Daddy, I can't reach.

Halloween Party

Lindsey's birthday is coming up soon, so we have been talking to her a lot about her birthday party.  This weekend we went out to an early Halloween party. Apparently, to Lindsey, all parties are the same.

Jason: Lindsey, where are we going?

Lindsey: To a Halloween party!

Jason: And what are we going to do there?

Lindsey: Eat birthday cake!

Jason: No, but you will play games and win candy.

Lindsey: And birthday cake?

Jason: No, we eat candy at Halloween parties and birthday cake at birthday parties.

May I?

Having a toddler means we are constantly working on manners and being polite.  Tonight while eating dinner Jason started peeling an orange (Lindsey's weakness).  She starts off just putting her hand out and assuming Jason will hand one right over.

Lindsey: (With hand out) Daddy, orange.

Jason: Lindsey, how do you ask for an orange nicely?

Lindsey: Please?

Jason: What is another way to ask? 

Lindsey: Put it in my belly!

Jason: No (laughing), that is not how to ask. 

After a few more times back and forth, Lindsey finally asked Jason if she "may have an orange, please" which is what he was looking for the first time.

Rainy Day

After several days of non-stop rain it was a nice suprise this week to walk outside and not get wet.  As Lindsey & I were heading to school I opened up the garage door.  Lindsey looked out and was almost disappointed there wasn't any rain to watch.

Lindsey: Mom! There is no rain out there!
Me: No, sweetie, the rain is not coming out today.  We can see the sun though.
Lindsey: We can't see the rain today?
Me: Nope, sorry.
Lindsey: Did his friends break it?
Me, No, nobody broke the rain, it's just not coming out today.

I like how she associates not being able to see/use something with it being broken.  There have been many loud (obnoxious) toys that magically "broke" for a day or two so Lindsey was unable to play with them (and mom & dad could get a break).

Monsters (Already?)

Last night Lindsey & I were snuggling on the couch watching a movie when she decided that she was just too tired to stay up any longer. 

Lindsey: Mom. I need to go to bed now.
Me: Okay, go lay in bed and I will be there in a minute to tuck you in.

(About a minute later)

Lindsey: Mom. There aren't any monsters under my bed.
Me: Okay.  Were you afraid there were monsters under your bed?
Lindsey: No. But I checked and there weren't any monsters.  Come, I'll show you.

(Walk into Lindsey's room and she crawls on the floor over to her bed)

Lindsey: Look mom, no monsters!


So I don't know who went and told her of the possiblity of monsters hiding under her bed. I figured we'd have at least another couple years before she had to worry about monsters in her room.  I even went so far as to pin some ideas on Pinterest of how to rid the fear.  As it turns out, all it took was a simple peek to confirm there weren't any hiding down there.

Rock Stars

Every night Lindsey stalls as much as possible in order to stay up later.  Her newest ploy is yell from her bed and tell us she has to go potty.  Clever on her part since we aren't going to not let her go.  Last night was no different and for an extra bonus she decided to cooperatively brush her teach.  This morning we told daddy about her success.

Me: Lindsey, did you go potty and brush your teeth and go to bed like a rock star last night?

Lindsey: Daddy! I went potty and brushed my teeth!

Jason: You did!? But you didnt go to sleep like a rock star?

Lindsey: Noooo.

Jason: Well, that okay. Rock stars don't sleep.

Lindsey: Rock stars don't sleep? Silly rock stars.

Cows

This little gem comes to us from my dad. Lindsey loves visiting my parents house.  From their backyard you can look across the street and see cows, tractors and chickens. One afternoon while playing in the backyard Lindsey shared this fun fact with my parents.

Lindsey: Grandma, Grandpa! See the cows! Look, cows have a tail.  I have a butt.

Get my penguin

A few weeks ago, I got the call that everyone dreads.  Daycare called me at work to say that Lindsey was sick and should head home.  Her teachers said she had a little fever and was complaining of a tummy ache.  Here was our conversation on the way home.

Me: Lindsey, do you have a tummy ache?
Lindsey: Yes. When we get home let's put the penguin on my tummy.  It will feel all better.
Me: Umm...what penguin sweetie?
Lindsey: The penguin at home. I put it on my tummy and feel all better.
Me: Umm...(quickly thinking of every book, movie and story that may possibly reference penguin to connect what on earth she is talking about).
Lindsey: The penguin will make it all better, right mommy?
Me: Sure, sweetie.  Where is your penguin?
Lindsey: At home. In the freezer.
Me: Ohhhh...right. Yes, we can put the penguin on your tummy.


Turns out she had been referring to her penguin ice pack.  Every time she had a bump or bruise we would put the penguin ice pack on it and tell her the penguin would make her feel better.  Apparently she was listening and thought that the penguin would make anything better.  Since we don't have to use it all that often, I had NO IDEA what she was talking about and assumed it was part of the fever.

Bubbles

A few weeks ago the three of us went to a family dance at the community center near our house.  Lindsey was so excited to go and could hardly contain herself once we arrived.  Not only was there a petting zoo, music, and cupcakes - there was a BUBBLE MACHINE!  Lindsey loves blowing and popping bubbles.  Soon our little dance party became an all out effort for her to pop as many bubbles as she could.  Jason hoisted her up on his shoulders so that she could have better access to the big ones.  That night when we were tucking her in we asked her about the night and if she had fun dancing and seeing the animals.  She made it clear what her favorite part was.

Jason: Did you go to a party tonight?

Lindsey: Yes!

Jason: What was your favorite part? The music? The animals?

Lindsey: Daddy, thanks for popping bubbles with me.

To-now

This summer we introduced Lindsey to the Disney version of "Robin Hood".  She immediately fell in love with this movie and laughed so hard.  It soon just became known as "the silly movie".  Her love for the movie turned into a borderline obsession as she wanted to watch it every day, sometimes several times a day.  We limited her to once a day, but tried to push it to only a couple times a week (mom & dad can only handle so much Robin Hood).  Early one Sunday morning she came in my room and woke me up.

Lindsey: Mommy, wake up. Let's want to watch the silly movie.
Me: Lindsey, we can watch the silly movie tonight.
Lindsey: No, I want to watch the silly movie to-now!

Learning to spell

Last year we began teaching Lindsey to spell simple words.  For starters, we began with MOM and DAD.  One night when I was running through some words I asked Lindsey the following:

Me: What does D-A-D spell?
Lindsey: D-A-D?
Me: Yes, what does D-A-D spell?
Lindsey: Butt!

Mind you Jason was standing right next to us.  I tried so hard not to laugh, but once Jason cracked a smile we all had a little laugh at her joke.

And cake!

We can't take this kid anywhere...

Today we went out for lunch.  When the waitress came to take our order I told her what I wanted then gave her Lindsey's order.

Me: She will have the children's hamburger.

Waitress: Okay

Lindsey: And cake! And ice cream! And doughnuts!

Me: Um, no.  Just the hamburger.

Luckily our waitress had a good sense of humor.  When she brought Lindsey's hamburger she said "here is your hamburger with cake on top!".

I'm on the phone!

There is a post out there on Pinterest that says something of the effect "The easiest way to get your kids to pay attention to you is to sit down and talk on the phone".  Lindsey seems to have a sensor built in telling her the second I pick up the phone.  Kudos to my sister for reminding me of this interruption recently.

Me: Talking to my sister on the phone

Lindsey: Mommy, mommy, Mommy

Me: Lindsey, mom is on the phone. Can you wait please? (Back to conversation)

Lindsey: Mommy, mommy, mommy! I have eyeballs!

Me: (While trying to listen to my sister). Yes Lindsey, you do have eyeballs.

Lindsey: Mommy, I have TWO eyeballs! One, two.

At this point Christine and I start laughing and engage Lindsey by asking what else she has.

Gentle Reminders

Lindsey just started back at school a couple weeks ago.  With that came some tough lessons she had to learn the hard way.  We had some long conversations with Lindsey and felt like we got through to her on some critical rules for school. This is our conversation each morning on the car ride.

Me: Lindsey, do we go poop under the slide?

Lindsey: Nooo! We play on the slide & go poop on the potty.

Me: Do we eat our boogers?

Lindsey: Nooo! We eat spaghetti & meatballs and put boogers in a tissue.

Trick Or Treat

When Lindsey was almost 2 years old we were trying to prepare her for Halloween.  We'd carved pumpkins, talked about going out to a party and how we will be getting some candy.  She was just starting to talk in 1-2 word segments so we thought we could try to teach her to say "trick or treat".

Daddy: Say Trick or Treat

Lindsey: Junebug!

Daddy: Say Trick or Treat

Lindsey: Batman!

Needless to say,  she didn't get the hang of it in time for Halloween 2012.

Let's go to the M!

Typically on weekends I am just way too lazy to make breakfast. It is much more convenient to head out to one of the many fine restaurants near us.  Most of these weekend breakfast outings only include Lindsey & I since Jason "doesn't like pancakes".   On a few occasions we have had to make a quick stop at the McDonalds drive thru for pancakes and juice.  I didn't think much about our breakfast dates until this past Sunday morning. 

We had just woken up and were in the middle of playing Legos and reading books when I asked Lindsey what we should have for breakfast.  Lindsey gets a big smile on her face and whispers to me:

"Mommy, let's leave daddy at home an go to the M!"