The things Ellie says...

I have a friend who recently posted some things her 3-year-old says and it got me thinking about all the funny/strange things Ellie says and so I thought I would do a blog of them in order to document these phrases for future torture. So, here are some of the favorites:

"Dad, I love your pockets!"

"Oh my goodness, what's with the freaking traffic!" (this one is thanks to Dad's road rage).

"Oh mom, your tummy hurts? You need to go poop." (Thanks Ells, this is always her answer when someone is not feeling good)

"The moon, the moon! It's amazing!"

One time I was leaning over to grab something out of the fridge and she smacks my bum and says, "Cute bunnies mom!".... thanks Ellie.

"WE GOT A SITUATION! IT'S SERIOUS! COME ON TEAM! TIME TO CHANGE OWEN'S SITUATION!" --- Ellie is crazy about letting us know when Owen needs a diaper change. She won't stop until it gets changed.

"Be safe going to school Lover!"-- -A long time ago Daniel and I saw an SNL skit where they joked around calling each other 'LOVER' so now I joke and call Daniel that sometimes. Ellie has caught on and often calls Daniel "lover". We are working on phasing that one out!

"Oh mom, you going to doctors and gonna push?" She saw a baby's story awhile back and now knows the process of having a baby so whenever I go to the doctors she asks if I'm gonna push.

"This place is a mess!"--- she always points out my cleaning shortfalls.

"I wanna be Loop Stywalter!"--- She has a friend that likes Luke Skywalker

"Oh mommy! You look SO pretty!" I always tell Ellie how pretty she looks after she gets ready each day so now when I get ready she tells me how pretty I look. It is nice to have someone around making me feel good (j/k Daniel).

"You shopping online? Hold on, I go get your credit card"--- The saddest part was she brought me back the right card.

"I pledge legience to the flag United States America, to public which stands, a nation under God, invisible with liberty and justice for all"---- That's right, thanks to preschool our little Ells knows the pledge!!! Not bad for 2.

"Come wipe my butt! I need someone to wipe my butt!" --- perhaps we should have taught her a more polite way to ask for help, but what can you do.

"Oh man, it stinks in here!"-- Ellie received her mother's sense of smell and can smell everything. She often let's us know when something doesn't smell right... no matter where we are or whose house we are at--- I had a wonderful experience with this one time while going visititing teaching with her.

"Mom, you going potty? You need to poop?"--- The bad part about this is whenever I have to stop to pee at a public restroom (which happens a lot.. I am pregnant) she shouts this at the top of her lungs.

"I think I need some new clothes" She pulls this one when we are getting dressed sometimes. I understand the frustration. I often think I need new clothes.

"Owen, you a chugga chugga, yeah, you so handsome!"--- Translation: Owen, your chubby and handsome.

"I think I need some chocolate, just one more"--- me too.

"No yelling at me like that! I'm a big girl, you no need to yell!"-- all this while she is screaming and yelling at ME. I love 2-year-old fits!

Well, I had to include a picture of the girl herself. This is her looking a real mess!! But I think it illustrates what we are talking about here.

Two year olds say some crazy stuff and I couldn't even think of half of the funny things she says, but you get the idea. A lot of funny stuff she says is usually her sassing us so it is hard to keep a straight face when we are trying to punish her. All in all, Ellie is a really sweet girl who just cares about the people around her and feels the need to narrate a lot of what happens around her. Needless to say, she is still learning about what things are appropriate to say. I look forward to doing another post like this in a year or two when Owen is saying crazy things.

As I am writing this, I am reminded of an email I received awhile back talking about a woman who had a potty-trained child and I thought it was so silly and quite extreme... I am living it now. I don't usually include stuff like this, but I feel it is really applicable.

Here is the email I got awhile back--- it is funny, worth it and mirrors my life quite well right now:

By Shannon Popkin

My little guy, Cade, is quite a talker. He loves to communicate and does it quite well. He talks to people constantly, whether we're inthe library, the grocery store or at a drive-thru window. People often comment on how clearly he speaks for a just-turned-3-year-old. And you never have to ask him to turn up the volume. It's always fully cranked. There've been several embarrassing times that I've wished the meaning of his words would have been masked by a not-so-audible voice, but never have I wished this morethan last week at Costco.

Halfway, through our shopping trip, nature called, so I took Cade with me into the restroom. If you'd been one of the ladies in the restroom that evening, this is what you would have heard comingfrom the second to the last stall: "Mommy, are you gonna go potty? Oh! Why are you putting toiwetpaper on the potty, Mommy? Oh! You gonna sit down on da toiwet paper now? Mommy, what are you doing? Mommy, are you gonna go stinkies on the potty?"

At this point I started mentally counting how many women had been in the bathroom when I walked in. Several stalls were full ... 4? 5? Maybe we could wait until they all left before I had to make my debut out of this stall and reveal my identity. Cade continued, "Mommy, you ARE going stinkies aren't you? Oh, dats a good girl, Mommy! Are you gonna get some candy for going stinkies on the potty? Let me see doze stinkies, Mommy! Oh ... Mommy! I'm trying to see indere. Oh! I see dem. Dat is a very good girl, Mommy. You are gonnaget some candy!"

I heard a few faint chuckles coming from the stalls on either side of me. Where is a screaming newborn when you need her? Good grief. This was really getting embarrassing. I was definitely waiting along time before exiting. Trying to divert him, I said, "Why don't you look in Mommy's purse and see if you can find some candy. We'll both have some!" "No, I'm trying to see doze more stinkies. Oh! Mommy!" He started to gag at this point. "Uh oh, Mommy. I fink I'm gonna frow up. Mommy, doze stinkies are making me frow up!! Dat is so gross!!"

As the gags became louder, so did the chuckles outside my stall. I quickly flushed the toilet in hopes of changing the subject. I began to reason with myself: OK. There are four other toilets. If I count four flushes, I can be reasonably assured that those who overheard this embarrassing monologue will be long gone.

"Mommy! Would you get off the potty, now? I want you to be done going stinkies! Get up! Get up!" He grunted as he tried to pull me off. Now I could hear full-blown laughter. I bent down to count the feet outside my door."Oh, are you wooking under dere, Mommy? You wooking under da door? What were you wooking at, Mommy? You wooking at the wady's feet?" More laughter. I stood inside the locked door and tried to assess the situation."Mommy, it's time to wash our hands, now. We have to go out now,Mommy." He started pounding on the door. "Mommy, don't you wantto wash your hands? I want to go out!!"

saw that my "wait 'em out" plan was unraveling. As I sheepishly opened the door, and found an open sink, I thought, Where's the fine print on the 'motherhood contract' where I signed away every bit of my privacy? But as my little boy gave me a big, cheeky grin while he rubbed bubbly soap between his chubby little hands, I thought, I'd sign it all away again, just to be known as Mommy to this little fellow.