Cartoons

William has been into drawing cartoons as of late. The products are almost always hilarious.

Here is one he constructed using Star Wars stickers. The interesting thing is that to my knowledge, William has never seen Star Wars in any shape or form. He hasn't read any books,
magazines or anything else to reference this story. My guess is this is fueled by sheer playground information. Which is amazing, if you ask me.

You will also find my knowledge on this subject lacking as I attempt to describe what is happening.

The red guy at the top left is swinging his swords and says "Come on boy!"

The letter "H" airplane things can only say "beep!"

The airplaney thing under the H plane is saying vroom.

The golden robot guy is saying "I want candy". (I adore how the words/letters are spread out in separate bubbles)

The white guys below are both saying "no"

Finally the white roundish robot guy isn't saying anything yet.

William was beside himself with laughter as he explained this scenario to me. Apparently it is very, very funny.

*please note, the storytelling is by William. The name descriptors are made up by me.

**I'm certain my Star Wars fan of a husband is going to be horrified at my lack of retention regarding Star Wars information.

2 words

We have 2 new words over the last few days.

1. If you are changing Gemma's diaper, she will carefully watch your face. At the first sign of distaste, she will immediately plug her nose and give an enthusiastic "pee-u". Then she will laugh uproariously. She is hilarious.

2. Uh hoh. This one is still very labored. If Gemma or anyone else drops something, she will say "uh hoh". The effort it takes for her to produce this is hysterical. She concentrates very hard and furrows her brow as she says it. By the time she has it out, it almost seems out of context as several moments have passed.

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Tik it

Look out! If you aren't careful, you might get a tik it too! Not sure what I did right or wrong to earn a tik it. The person issuing the ticket didn't seem to be certain either....

Not the sweet kiss

Gemma very, very rarely gives kisses.  This is a very sad fact, but it is the way it is.  By rarely, I mean she might give either John or I a kiss once a week.  Or less.  So, the ones we get are so, so precious.  Frequently, her actions will start out as a kiss and halfway through it turns into a bite.  I'm counting those in the total, even though they aren't exactly loving.

Earlier this week, Gemma gave me a kiss.  I was SO happy and cheered loudly.  She was delighted by my response, so I asked her for another kiss.  She leaned in and I shut my eyes to enjoy a sweet kiss from my sweet girl.

Which is when she whacked me in the face with the baby doll she was holding in her hand.

Not at all the sweet kiss I was anticipating.

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Gemma thinks sneezes are hilarious.  The louder the better.

If you sneeze, she will gleefully laugh and then try to imitate you with a loud "BAH!"

Typically, she'll look back and you expectantly to see if she can get you to do it again.  When you don't, she'll wander away to make trouble elsewhere.


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I don't know where the song came from.  I sing it to the kids, especially Gemma.

It goes "Ohh baby, oh baby, lalalalalalala, (repeat as necessary, change inflection and rhythm as needed.

On Monday morning, I had been singing this to Gemma as she was eating breakfast.

Monday afternoon found us at Costco shopping for groceries.  As I quickly worked my way through the store (being fast is what counts when you have a cart full of kids) when I realized Gemma was singing.  It was soft, but definitely singing "ooo  ba-be"  over and over again.

Sweet, sweet girl.

Conversations v.1398

At dinner, we were talking about our days and (in theory) everyone was taking turns.

William was talking about a colorful necklace someone at school has and how much he wanted one.

Mom: It looked tight when I was up at school.  Do you think it gets caught in his hair?
William: His hair is shorter than mine.
Mom: Exactly.
William: What?
Mom: Your hair is longer, do you think it will get caught in your hair?
William: Is my hair too long?  I don't want a hair cut.
Mom: I think your hair is perfect.
William (preening): You like my hair?
Mom: Yes.  You are very handsome.

Amelia: BUT!!!  Wait! (the look on her face says she is processing as fast as possible and trying to come up with something, ANYTHING to add to this conversation). My hair is very, very long!
Mom/Dad: Yes.
Amelia: But!!  My bamgs* are so short!  They are NOT long like the rest of my hair!  These bamgs are so annoying!


*this is an approximation as to how she said it.  John and I could not agree upon the correct spelling of what she actually said.

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Later in the meal, Amelia piped up:

Amelia: And then there was a fairy!
Mom: Wait, what?
Amelia: Mooom! There was a fairy!!
Mom: Okay.
Amelia: There was a fairy and one day she just waved her wand and POOP! a little dog appeared.
Mom (looks at dad, both are trying not to giggle): What did the fairy do?
Amelia (exasperated): She went POOP and made the dog appear.
Mom (looking away, trying to contain herself): So she poofed and the dog appeared?
Amelia: No!  She POOPED and made it happen.
Mom: Huh.  I didn't hear it that way.
Amelia: Well, maybe you should listen more Mom.

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The Sport Authority

We were eating dinner last week and we had another memorable conversation with none other than our Amelia.


Amelia: Okay everyone! (the look on her face is not....natural.  This tells me she is most likely impersonating someone)

The family:...... (silence)

Amelia:  Who knows what happened with the Rams' team?

The family: ..... (silence.  no ones.  Seriously.  If our lives depended on it, we couldn't tell you one single thing other than they play football and are from St Louis.*)

Amelia: (dramatic voice, holds up her hands over her head):  Welllllllllllll, the Rams have won 1 game and lost 3 games (demonstrates by holding up fingers).  Do you think the Rams have won more games or lost more games (dramatic pause)?

The family: Lost?

Amelia: YES!  The Rams are SO sad because they lost more games than they have won!  The Rams have to work really hard to win the next game!

The family: Hmmmm....(John is particular is impressed.  He pulls out his phone to verify this information)

Amelia: Now!  What about the Cardinals team (she is still talking in this false voice, waving her arms when she talks and making odd facial expressions)?

The family: .......

Amelia:  The Cardinals are winning!  They have to win one more game!  It is so exciting!

John: (whispering): Holy cow!  She is right!  (a stricken look comes across his face)  Our 4 year old knows more about current sporting news than we do.....Should we be worried?

Kelly: Nah.  We know where the information is coming from...

* I am not kidding when I saw we don't follow sports.  This fact is incomprehensible to several of our neighbors** and friends, but we literally do not follow sports.  At all.  Ever. 

**Our poor neighbor is super friendly and has been trying for YEARS to engage John in sportstalk.  He talks about all the St Louis teams (baseball, football, hockey, soccer) and when that doesn't spark a conversation, he will easily switch to the Minnesota teams (baseball, football, hockey, basketball).  Every single time he is completely baffled that John and I don't have anything to discuss.  Nope. Didn't catch the game.  Or that one.  Or the other one.  Yeah.  Not that one either.

Hmmm...

William just did this...should be easy, shouldn't it?