new hings

josephine’s verbosity surprises and delights us daily.  here are a few recent snippets.

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i went to a neighborhood “mama swap” where you bring in baby stuff you don’t want anymore and can take, for free, whatever you want of the stuff other people contributed.  i was very restrained.  i came home with a small bag of stuff and a little rolly toy from ikea that josephine can push around.  she LOVES it and, while running around the house with it, she says, excitedly, “new hing! new hing!” (translation: new thing.)

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the kid can’t leave me alone while i’m peeing.  i was using the bathroom (or, as we call it, the potty chair) the other night and told her to run off and find her dad so i could pee in peace.  she obliged and, as she was leaving the bathroom, she turned and said “blow you a kiss” and did.

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she picks up on admonishments.  when i’m changing her diaper she now says “don’t fall of the table.”  one day i didn’t catch what she said and asked, “what?” and she said, slowly, while shaking her head, “don’t. fall. off. the. table.”  today she got some stickers from the cashier at trader joe’s and all evening has said “don’t eat stickers.  don’t eat stickers, joey.”

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she yells “here she comes!” or “there she is!” when she is running towards me.

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when she’s undressed, we call her a nudie patoodie, a term we learned from our little friend olivia.  she came out of her room tonight with just a onesie on and said “nudie patoodie legs!”  the other day, she saw a picture of a kid in a book who was wearing only a diaper and she called him nudie patoodie. i got out of the shower this morning and she said “nudie patoodie mama.”

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she’s got a litany of bedtime-related phrases that i sometimes regret having encouraged: “sing a song,” “tell story,” “rub back.  rub back. rub back.”

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anne and meera loaned us a stack of books, all of which were hits with josephine. her favorite was to market to market, a funny book told in rhyme about a woman who goes to the store for various animals — a pig, a red hen, a stubborn goat, a milking cow — but when she gets home from each trip she finds her house in a greater state of animal-created disarray.  she becomes more and more frustrated and disheveled and finally brings all the animals to the store with her to buy the ingredients for vegetable soup.  josephine can rattle off the vegetables she buys and developed a deep fondness for the last line of the book: “hot soup for lunch.”  if you ask her what she wants for lunch she will tell you: “hot soup for lunch.”  if you ask what she wants for breakfast, she will tell you: “hot soup for lunch.”  only when she says it it sounds something like hotsoupfoyunch.

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i was eating a cookie the other day while she was playing on her own.  she realized i was doing something she wasn’t involved in and came over to investigate.  she watched me take each bite and then said, “mama eat it.  mama like it?… joey try it?”

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she encourages herself by saying “good job, joey” (which sounds like “good yob, doey”) and “you did it!” when she does something clever.  she also tells herself to “try again” when something doesn’t go right the first time.

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what post is complete without pictures?  here, then, is my little nudie patoodie, some hotsoupforlunch we at the other day — fish chowder that josephine loved, and a “you did it!” moment with her new lacing beads.


3 Responses to “new hings”

  • Jayme Says:

    so adorable! she’s got quite a personality. and your fish stew looks mighty good!

  • Jillynne Says:

    My heart is warmed for the day. Behind every energetic little girl is an exhausted mama – hope you’re doing well. Thanks for sharing, Oma!

  • Meg Says:

    I STILL have an audience when I go to the bathroom. If I shut the door and refuse to let anyone in, they wiggle their fingers under the door and demand to know what I’m doing in there alone! I’m trying to enjoy it, though. I know what’s coming … I do teach junior high students after all. 🙂