Wednesday, March 25, 2009
ara: 'what's miles' papa doin?'
me: 'he's workin'
ara: 'whats he doin for workin?'
me: 'he does construction, which is like building buildings and houses and stuff'
ara: 'oh, i should do that'
ara wakes up to go poop EVERY night around 4am.
the other night she was sitting on the toilet balling.
me: 'hunny what's wrong?'
ara: 'i dont wanna go potty on this potty!!!'
me: 'well where do you want to go potty?'
ara: 'i wanna go potty at twabis' house!!!!'
then today we went to a public bathroom and there was still pee in the toilet.
ara: 'who's pee is that?'
me: 'i have no idea'
ara: 'pwobably twabis'
what the hell? for some reason she has an obsession with associating travis with toilets... could this be why? she just knows.
today when i was putting her in the car.
ara: 'mama, you're boops' (this means boobs. mind you i was fully clothed.)
me: 'yea, what about them?'
ara: 'they're yucky'
thanks babe. they only kept you alive for your first year of being.
today driving to eat.
ara: 'mama... nola is nervous. shes nervous mama.'
the other day playing in my room then out of nowhere she yells.
ara: 'mama! gotta make a card! i gotta make a card for auntie mackie.... and brook and simon!!'
she drew on cards for them and told me to write happy birthday to all of them and that she loves them.
a few days ago she looked at my teeth.
ara: 'mama, you look like oprah, you have clean teeth... high five!'
i dont think i posted this.. but its one of my favorites... when we stayed at brook and simons house i came out into the living room in the morning, she points at me and with strong conviction says...
ara: 'YOU are NOT lane'