It's that time again. If you're turned off by lists of the cutesy, hilarious and always-intelligent things my kid says you'll want to scroll to the next feed in your news aggregator today...
Around the week of Christmas Delaney seemed to ramp up her vocabulary and use of language substantially. Since that time she's not only been formulating thoughts (and plans, apparently) but communicating them to us quite directly as well. Whereas before she tended to listen and imitate us and what we said for the most part, she's now coming up with stuff all on her own. Here are some of the things she's been saying lately:
Oh, I gotta see this.
Harry is. The name of. The monkey.
Mama, I mad.
I take-a my socks off.
Daddy, where is Mommy?
No bahking, Guinness! I havin supper.
That hurta me.
Mama not naked every day.
The bear fly to the moon.
Where's Dory is? (Where's Dora?)
No. I can't eat that.
Good to see you!
Aunt Peg, come down here and look at mommy's picture!
I need more ludlows (noodles).
Mama: Delaney, are you done with supper?
D: No, I don't.
(when offered strawberries for a snack) No stawbry, no strawbry! Get backa me strawbry!
Mama: Delaney, come here please.
D: No mama, I too busy.
D: Bye, bye, Bup!
Mama: Who's Bup?
D: Daddy is Bup. Bye, bye, Bup Daddy!
Mama: Delaney, be a little careful. That waffle might be hot.
D: (touches piece of waffle gingerly) No, mama. It's safe.
(heard yelling on monitor first thing in the morning) Daddy! I too busy to sleep!
(looking at photo of our Christmas tree) Daddy, come here see kissmas tee. It's beautifuh.
Where my Matil go? (Where's Mathilde?)
(said to Daddy in the dark late at night on the couch while sick) My mama. I love her.
Mama, I better go home and do "ashes." (play ring around the rosey)
And her number one favorite thing to shout? Especially as we're rolling the cart through Target?: Mama got boobs!