Because I'm a.) still under the weather and b.) not feeling particularly creative, I'm going with a "What Delaney's been saying recently" post today. This topic may or may not interest you but lately (what with the pressure that NaBloPoMo has conjured up in me to try to be interesting, clever and spontaneous when mostly what I'm feeling is sick, tired and unmotivated), I've had to remind myself that I don't really care about that.
OK. That's not completely true. I do care about whether or not what I write is interesting, not only to me but others as well. But originally I started this blog as a way to record Delaney's milestones and to have something that she and I can look back upon as a record of my baptism-by-fire into motherhood. When she's an adult I want her to read about my first-time-mother escapades and smirk as she finally understands (possibly for the first time) that I'm just a person too. So, that's what this blog is all about. It's for Delaney and it's for me. And if you like it, I'm glad. If you don't, well then there are plenty of other blogs in the sea from which to choose (as evidenced by the huge NaBloPoMo list).
Now, because I know that deep down you really do find this unbelieveably interesting and you can't wait any longer, here are some of the words and phrases Delaney's been saying lately:
Uh oh. Pants ah fawin.
Mama help wit dis!
Mama help wit bwanket.
Uh oh. I droppa cup.
Mama droppa tray.
Sit onna lap.
Harreen carry (Halloween candy)
skoo buths (school bus...she's crazy about 'em)
Mama jump in showee.
Airywhey dat Mary wen. (verse from "Mary Had a Little Lamb")
I a cheeseball. (Um. Roger taught her to say this.)
Aye low you. Aye low Mama. Aye low Daddy.
Open key lock! (this is what she shouts when she wants to help unlock the back door)
Hold eah fing! (said when she wants to hold her ear thermometer during diaper changes.)
Watcha step! (wonder where she picked this one up from...)
Set to go, baby!
She walk inna gass. (said about Mathilde who Delaney always refers to as "she" and never by name)
She eatin gass. She eatin daw foo.
Onna happy face gitcher. Onna "gate jaw" gitcher. (gitcher = sticker and "gate jaw" = great job)
Mama geh up! Daddy geh up!
Look! Washa hair. (said after plunging her hands into the dog's water bowl and running them through her hair)
Thank you much, Nana.
Be righ back.
Hi, Woofie! (what she calls Murphy, my parents' dog)