In need of a stronger toothpaste...

This morning while I was lying in bed, Maggie came in still rubbing her eyes and asked for a drink of water. I handed her the water bottle I had sitting on my nightstand, kissed her on the forehead and whispered, "Anything for my little girl!" Maggie wrinkled up her nose, pulled her head back and said, "I don't want to smell you!" Mmmm, love those early morning sentiments!

Maggie-isms

2 ½ is a fun age- at least for the kid that’s two. It’s fun for Ben and I, as well. Maggie is attempting to pick up on the nuances of adult conversation. Here are her latest attempts:

Today while riding in the car, I began whistling. Maggie watched me in the rear view mirror for a minute and then asked, “Mom! What is that music doing in your mouth?” I said, “I’m whistling.”
“I wanna whiskle-link!” Maggie said.
So I told her to make her mouth into an “O” shape and blow air. For the next five minutes in the car, I had to listen to her squealing in her highest-pitched voice, stopping every few breaths to exclaim, “I can whiskle, mom! I can!”


The other day I told Maggie (who had been extremely trying that morning) that she was bugging me, to which she replied, “Mom, you need a spider web!”


Ben and I were visiting Jonathan the other day (my brother- Maggie’s uncle). He was talking to Maggie, telling her how cute she was, etc. Maggie looked at him and said, “You’re annoying.”

Let's be honest...

A couple of nights ago I went out to dinner with my sister-in-law and father-in-law. As we sat at the booth waiting for our food, Maggie was pointing out various things to us: window, tree, shoes, light, etc. She's at a point where she likes affirmation that yes I am listening to her and yes I see what she does... it goes like this:

"Tree! Tree, mom! TREE!"
"Yes, Maggie I see the tree."
"Tree! Tree! Tree!"
"Yes, that's a tree."

Well, after pointing out several things, she started yelling, "Walrus! Walrus, mom! WALRUS! WALRUS!" I could not find the walrus anywhere, but to try and quiet her I just said, "yes, walrus". She wasn't satisfied. Then she begain pointing to a man a couple tables over from us. I turned to see a bald, portly man with a very bushy mustache. I quickly turned back around and tried to get Maggie's attention turned to something else, while my sis-in-law and dad-in-law laughed under their breath. In hindsight, it was pretty funny, but at the time I was of course mortified. I tried to keep her mouth full of food the rest of the time we were there, and I am hoping that either the man at that table had a very good sense of humor, or that he's very deaf.