Magical Things!

I went looking back through some of my online journals and found this little story about T that I totally forgot about. Here is your daily dose of my daughter.


MAGICAL! - (I think T was about 3 at the time I wrote this one down.)


One morning - I decided Id take advantage of the fact that T doesnt watch much television...so when she does, shes immobile and engrossed for 20 minutes while she watches a show - so I decided it was a great time to take a shower...

I turned on Blues clues for her and since she had been drinking some milk in a sippy cup and it was almost gone - I grabbed it and filled it back up before I headed upstairs and she was totally oblivious to me taking it and replacing it between her legs while she sat hypnotized by the noise box...

Im in the shower for about 2 minutes and she comes running up the stairs shouting "MOMMA!! MOMMA!!" and of course I am freaking out and thinking something happened and I am trying not to break my neck leaping out of the tub and Im standing there with my heart racing, naked and dripping water and shampoo suds all over the floor - when she bursts into the bathroom with a huggggggggggge smile on her face and wide eyes and exclaims:

"MOM!! My hoo ha is MAGIC!! My hoo ha made MILK FOR ME!!!"


I laughed so hard I thought maybe I had actually peed on the floor - but thankfully it was just water.

(she doesnt believe me that I refilled her cup...its DEFINATELY her magical hoo ha of wonder and awe...) Oh my...


*I really hope she doesn't get to high school and tell everyone she has a Magical Hoo Ha...

Welcome To My World!

Yes.
Finally.
I did it.
Just for you.


After years of people telling me that I need to start a blog just for the funny things that my five year old daughter says and does - here you go! I finally did it! (You are welcome...Enjoy!)


I will start putting her odd, wacky, way-too-smart-for-her-age quotes here to keep them all in one place so that when she is a teenager, she can come to this page and read about all of the things she said and did and never forgive me for sharing them all on the internet for everyone in the world to see.


I thought I would start this blog, with one of my all time favorite stories from when she was just about 2 years old and probably the very story she will be most horrified by - especially for me having shared it with everyone in the World who cares to read it. (Remember T...I love you! - Love Mom)


"I Made It!"
This is probably one of my favorite stories to share - and one I will probably torture her with for ...forever :)

When my daughter was 2, we moved into a house where we kept the TV downstairs and out of sight so we would resist the urge to watch it all day and instead - spend time playing and doing artsy things together.

We had been spending most of our days doing craft projects, painting pictures, drawing, making sticker pages, and various other artsy things while her brothers are away at school for the day...

She painted a lovely picture and every once in a while she would pause to say " its beautiful mommy, is it beautiful?" or "look!!! I made it!" and of course I would respond with a "Yes! It IS beautiful!" or a "you sure did!! Good job!" and after the paint was dry I tried to put the painting on the fridge only to get a "NO!! Its mine!! I made it!!" and had to chase her around the house to get it from her... but eventually she let me display her creativity on the food box for all to see and made sure to show everyone that walked into the house her beautiful painting...

So she'd been making things and creating things and had started declaring her ownership of said creations once she's finished them.

Well that's fine and all – except one day, while I was making lunch in the kitchen, she was in the living room by herself, drawing a picture...

Or so I thought.

I hear "Look mom!! Its beautiful!" and I of course cant see her at the moment so I shout back "Yes sweetie!! It sure is!!" and I hear a few giggles and a "I made it!!!" and I ask her what she made and I get:

"My poop!"

My heart stopped there for a minute and I slowly walked to the living room to find my daughter – diaperless, sitting on the hardwood floors (thank goodness for hardwood floors), holding a giant "present" in her hands, turning it over and over, and giggling with delight at her "creation"... (mind you it WAS all speckled with orange carrot pieces and some yellow corn...so technically it WAS kind of pretty...ahem)

When I said "NOOOOOOOOOOO!" she got up faster than fast, grabbed the dirty diaper in one hand, the turd in the other and ran into her room screaming "NO!!! Its MINE!! I MAAAAAAADE IT!!!"

Needless to say she got a bath, I gagged alot and wished someone had been home to take a picture.

Boy would that have been a picture.