June was a very busy, travel-y month for us
(some fun, some sad), but Claire did not disappoint and came up with quite a
few quotables.
Mommy, can I have
the reg-ee-o ones? (regular ones. She
actually was getting the regular Cheerios. I believe she meant that she wanted
Honey Nut Cheerios. Bless it.)
I’ll be ok without
a top. (on her cup. Well, then.)
I wuv my
neighbors! (after we visited some older
neighbors of ours. The husband has dementia and had also had a bad fall, so we
went by to see how they were doing. She really enjoys visiting.)
(at the grocery store, eating samples in
the bakery)
Erin: This is angel food cake.
Claire: It’s what ANGELS EAT!
Erin: This is angel food cake.
Claire: It’s what ANGELS EAT!
Part of our daily going-down-for-nap routine includes putting Lily down next to Claire while I sing a few songs. Claire LOVES it.
I thought that was
a gooooood party! (when leaving our
friends’, Katie and Michael, house after having a farewell pizza dinner)
I’m so happy that
the music and cookie are here. (again,
after leaving Katie’s and Michael’s house. She was referring to the music
playing in our van + the cookie that Katie sent home with her for later.)
Can the cookie
sleep with me? (yet again, referring to
the cookie Katie sent home with her from the “party.” This was a big night for
Claire. And no, I did not let the cookie sleep with her. I have to draw the
line somewhere.)
Watching the cookies bake with Mrs. Katie.
There is TOO MUCH
rain, Mommy! (she really means “so much”
here, but I really love the “too much,” so I’m not correcting her yet.)
Look, Mommy! I got
many! (referring to a handful of crayons
after I had instructed her to get several so that she’d have choices.)
Uh oh! Takia is
getting away! We better go catch him. (Tim
was just trying to go upstairs and brush his teeth.)
(blowing bubbles while waiting for everyone
else to wake up and go down to the beach)
Erin: Where do you think the bubbles are going?
Claire: To their own families!
Erin: Where do you think the bubbles are going?
Claire: To their own families!
Gran, are you
happy? That I’m here?
The beach is my
friend! Can we go see my friend the beach?
Helping in the kitchen
Hey Grandpa…you
shut me out! (after Bill closed the back
door of the beach house behind himself)
(drinking pink lemonade)
<long sigh>
This is totally delicious!
<long sigh>
This is totally delicious!
(pointing to Tim)
That’s Takia. He’s a doctor.
That’s Takia. He’s a doctor.
Erin: What’s
Grandpa riding?
Claire: Um, his tricycle!
(it was his motorcycle)
Claire: Um, his tricycle!
(it was his motorcycle)
Erin: You caught
it?
Claire: Yes, and I catched it.
Claire: Yes, and I catched it.
Can I play with my
bubble gung? (bubble gun)
She likes to pretend that this little frog is Pascal (the chameleon) from Tangled.
It might escape.
We don’t want that! (a crab that Tim
caught at the beach)
Poppy is sad that
Grammy died. I’m going to give him hugs and kisses to make him feel better! (this plan works, guys)
My legs are trying
to go somewhere. (when her legs got
wrapped up in the sheets of the bed and she wanted to stretch them out)
Donuts on National Donut Day
You look beautiful
in that dress! (compliment given to the
little girl sitting next to her at the table in Costco when we stopped for
lunch while traveling to Alabama)
Mommy, is this my
POOP COOKIE? (a cookie received after
pooping in the potty. Not some other kind of cookie, y’all. C’mon.)
You’re a princess!
(out of the blue, spoken to our friend,
Laura Kay)
The princess herself.
I’m Princess
Racecar. (announced to someone who came
to Grammy’s visitation. I have no idea where it came from.)
Several people at
the visitation: Hi, Claire. How are you?
Claire: We lost five sheep.
(in an effort to keep Claire occupied at the funeral home, Brad started telling her Bible stories, including the parable of the Lost Sheep. Claire took it and ran with it. Literally. She started frolicking around the chapel, chasing after imaginary lost sheep. And then she announced the situation to folks when they greeted her.)
Claire: We lost five sheep.
(in an effort to keep Claire occupied at the funeral home, Brad started telling her Bible stories, including the parable of the Lost Sheep. Claire took it and ran with it. Literally. She started frolicking around the chapel, chasing after imaginary lost sheep. And then she announced the situation to folks when they greeted her.)
(to me, as Lily was crying once)
Claire: Mommy did you feed her?
Erin: Yes.
Claire: Did you burp her?
Erin: Yes, I did.
Claire: Did you change her diaper?
Erin: Yep.
Claire: I don’t know what’s wrong with her, Mommy.
Claire: Mommy did you feed her?
Erin: Yes.
Claire: Did you burp her?
Erin: Yes, I did.
Claire: Did you change her diaper?
Erin: Yep.
Claire: I don’t know what’s wrong with her, Mommy.
Anyone, at any
time: What time is it, Claire?
Claire: 12:41.
Claire: 12:41.
I saw the bug
lights! (lightening bugs)
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