A while ago I mentioned keeping track of some of Taylor's classic toddler phrases that keep us rolling with laughter (most of the time)... here are a few recent ones:
We're doing our best at toilet training...
Me: Where do we put our tee tee?
T: In the potty...
Me: And where do we put our poo poo?
T: In Daddy's potty!
Ha!
In explaining family dymanics...
Me: Leelee is my mom... and I am her daughter. Grammy is Daddy's mom... and daddy is her son. I am YOUR mom...
T (matter-of-factly): ... And Grandpa is Daddy's son. And you are my mommy. Who is Reagan's mommy?
Aww! She'll get it soon enough!
In case you didn't know, Taylor has some bossy tendencies... and that's putting it lightly.
T: Mommy, are you the boss?
Me (sternly): Yes. Mommy is the boss.
T (turning to her father): Daddy, Mommy is the boss.
At first we laughed... but I couldn't let that stand... I reminded her that Daddy was the boss too. But, I still like to pull that one out every once in a while.
I always say the word "while" when explaining when something is going to happen (case in point, see the sentence above). Or... I'll say something like, we'll go to the pool after a while. Last night Taylor was in bed when she said this...
T: Mommy, will you snuggle with me for many whiles?
I thought that was simply precious.
I'm sure there are many more moments like this... I don't want to forget any of them, but I know that's already out of the question. She's growing up so quickly... starts preschool next week which has me a little sentimental. I hear time flies even more now that we have two... and Reagan is seven weeks old today. Oh boy... we're liven' the life... and I'm doing my best to soak up every second of it.
We're doing our best at toilet training...
Me: Where do we put our tee tee?
T: In the potty...
Me: And where do we put our poo poo?
T: In Daddy's potty!
Ha!
In explaining family dymanics...
Me: Leelee is my mom... and I am her daughter. Grammy is Daddy's mom... and daddy is her son. I am YOUR mom...
T (matter-of-factly): ... And Grandpa is Daddy's son. And you are my mommy. Who is Reagan's mommy?
Aww! She'll get it soon enough!
In case you didn't know, Taylor has some bossy tendencies... and that's putting it lightly.
T: Mommy, are you the boss?
Me (sternly): Yes. Mommy is the boss.
T (turning to her father): Daddy, Mommy is the boss.
At first we laughed... but I couldn't let that stand... I reminded her that Daddy was the boss too. But, I still like to pull that one out every once in a while.
I always say the word "while" when explaining when something is going to happen (case in point, see the sentence above). Or... I'll say something like, we'll go to the pool after a while. Last night Taylor was in bed when she said this...
T: Mommy, will you snuggle with me for many whiles?
I thought that was simply precious.
I'm sure there are many more moments like this... I don't want to forget any of them, but I know that's already out of the question. She's growing up so quickly... starts preschool next week which has me a little sentimental. I hear time flies even more now that we have two... and Reagan is seven weeks old today. Oh boy... we're liven' the life... and I'm doing my best to soak up every second of it.
