Some of Shanna’s recent amusing displays of attempted control over the universe:
(When you are trying to do something she doesn’t like, say brushing her hair) “I’m not interested in that.”
(When you are trying to get her to get in the car and she doesn’t want to) “I don’t think that is a good plan.”
(When you are trying to get her to eat healthier food instead of sugar) “Actually, I think sugar would be a good idea.”
Recently we were playing with her little kitchen and she made a plate and I asked if it was for me, she said: “Actually, this plate is for Daddy. So you can’t have it.” She did eventually make a plate for me too.
She now tells Noah that she doesn’t want him to go to work.
At random times she will tell you with great emphasis that shots suck and she doesn’t like them.
If I am grumbling in traffic she calls out, “What a douchebag!” I have to struggle not to giggle.
She is developing strong opinions about clothes. She varies on whether she wants pants or dresses, she loves shorts. She likes polka dots. She is willing to wear pink if it has a message she likes (she has a pink shirt that says “You are my sunshine” and that’s one of her favorite songs) but overall she’s not into pink. I confess bittersweet sadness about this. On one hand I’ve worked pretty hard to ensure she doesn’t feel shoved into pink. On the other hand… it’s my favorite color. 🙂 Polka dots are just the bomb.
She walks up to people in random public places and announces, “I am Shanna! I am cute!”
When she wants one of us to leave a room we are in (usually one blocked by a gate) she says, “I have an owie! I need kisses!”
And every single exclamation point is pronounced. It’s cute.
I am trying like mad to get her to stop spitting in the house. Ugh. I don’t know why she picked up this habit but it is driving me nuts.
And last but not least: toddler nursing is the payback for the early hard sucky days. I love having her cuddle in and tell me, “Mmmmm boobies. Milk is better than Jamba Juice!” before she launches herself at my breast. It’s awesome. <3
“I am Shanna! I am cute!”
Yes, indeed. Sounds like that’s getting reinforced on a regular basis. 🙂
Re: “I am Shanna! I am cute!”
It’s… both mortifying and awesome. 😀
Re: “I am Shanna! I am cute!”
Could be worse… “I’m Shanna Fuckin’ Gibbs!”
http://kateharding.net/2010/04/23/slightly-pre-friday-sorta-fluff-im-kate-fucking-harding
Re: “I am Shanna! I am cute!”
She says fuck enough that I get plenty of excitement from it. 🙂
When Anya got interested in spitting, we told her if she wanted to spit she could go spit in the bathtub or the toilet (’cause it was hard to reach the sink). It’s just experimenting with a weird new body skill. Giving her a place to do it seemed to solve the problem. She left the table at restaurants a couple of times because she got a spit urge, so we told her she’d have to go in to the bathroom if she wanted to do that. She elected to have a bathroom escort, spit, and then come back to the table and act normal.
So far we have been telling her outside, but that might be a better solution. We’ll give it a try. 🙂
“I have to struggle not to giggle.”
I just spit out half a cup of tea in the middle of WG.
You’re amazing. Honestly, truly, and seriously Amazing.
Re: “I have to struggle not to giggle.”
Because my response is to giggle? What else could I do?
Your daughter, and you, are splendid company. Thank you for sharing dinner with us the other night. =)
It was fun and tasty. 🙂
I recall my cousin asking his toddler daughter, strapped into a car-seat, where her Care Bear was.
She looked around the back seat, loudly smacked her forehead with her tiny hand and announced in a very big voice “Jeeesus Christ! I left my God-damned Care Bear at Grandma’s house.”
Nearly wrecked the car.
That story made me so happy. 😀
she’s still a cusser, too.
servers her well
i suppose
as a jet-engine mechanic
in the Navy.