Guess Who?

Kate and I were reading books before bed the other night when she chose to read one of her favorites, Blue Hat Green Hat by Sandra Boynton.  She "reads" the whole thing by herself now, but this time when she got to the last page she hesitated.  I let her look at the picture for a few seconds and just when I was about to prompt her, she pointed to the turkey jumping in the water fully clothed and said, "Grandma Shelly!".  I burst out laughing.  I couldn't help myself.  If any of you have seen my mother's swimming outfit, you'll understand why, the similarity is indeed striking.

High Fashion

Like all good two-year-olds, Kate now loves to dress herself.  This outfit was too good to pass up.  Notice the shoes on the wrong feet, the backward pants, the crazy hair, the tight sweater and the to die for accessories.  She knew she looked great!

Bapa's Birthday

Taking a page out of Cheryl's book, I let Kate pick out anything she wanted for her Bapa on his birthday.  Her favorite thing in the world and thus the only appropriate gift for someone as beloved as Bapa was...

an ABC ball, of course!

Kate's Language

Kate loves to talk.  It is so fun to hear her express herself.  She has inherited the family trait of making up words.  Remember binik, creachy, and groder?  Here are some of her unique words and a few of her favorite code phrases as well:

"beautiful flies" = butterflies

"sloppies" = flip-flops

"benture" = adventure

"drawings" = crayons

"I need a nose wipe." = Someone hurt my feelings.

"I need to take a little rest." = I did something naughty and I know it.

"I want to hold you." = I want to cuddle for a minute, but only a minute.

"Can I hold your finger?" = I'm a little bit scared.

"I need a band-aid." = Taking after her mother, she thinks band-aids solve everything from hurt feelings to major abrasions.

Almost everyday I am amazed by something Kate says.  She has a new way of describing our family: "Trouble Dad.  Beautiful Mom.  Happy Kate.  And, Little Jane.  That's our family."  She certainly hit the beautiful mom part right on the head. 

The other day as we were sitting down to dinner, Kate saw something she thought was carrots and asked for some.  I dished a few onto her plate, cut them up into a manageable size and, handing her the plate, said, "Here are your carrots."  She poked one with her fork, looked at it for a second, and replied, "No, this is something else."  All I could do was laugh.  She was right.   They were sweet potatoes.

Language is such an amazing and baffling thing.  It is so much fun to see a little one working it out.

Monkey Business

Kate eats bananas one of two way--cut up with brown sugar on them or in the peel "like a monkey."  In the middle of sacrament meeting last Sunday, when all the other children were looking at pictures of Jesus and thinking about primary songs, Kate found a granola bar in my church bag and asked me to open it.  In the process of getting it for her, I apparently did something very wrong.  She promptly began to holler, "No!  Eat it like a monkey! Eat it like a monkey!.."  This continued all the way out of the chapel.  I glanced up at the stand as I exited and saw the bishopric busting up. There are certainly no dull moments in church with a two-year-old.