Me: "Do you see the moon up there?"
Thea: "Yeah, I wike it. It's pitty awesome."
Me: "What do you want to wear today?"
Thea: "I want to wear a pitty dress! I want to pin and twirl in it!"
Me: "I love you Thea!"
Thea: "I love you so much mama."
Me: "I love YOU so much!"
Thea: "Thanks mama."
Me: "You're so sweet."
Thea: "I not sweet. I toot (cute)!"
Thea: "Hey! I've got a gweat idea!"
I've had most of those in a note on my phone since September. To be perfectly honest I still can't understand what Thea says half the time. She isn't 2.5 yet so I shouldn't be all that worried, but she talks so much that her inability to enunciate words is relatively prominent. The other morning Chris and I were chatting before he left for work while Thea was sitting in her high chair with her breakfast. She kept repeating the same thing, and I swear it sounded like "I want Sarah." I wasn't sure who or what she was talking about, I thought maybe the dinosaur vitamins that we had a while back and the triceratops perhaps? So I kind of nodded, brushed her off, etc. I was getting frustrated that she wasn't eating her breakfast, we needed to get dressed and get moving. Just as Chris was walking out the door, I finally got it. "SYRUP! You want some syrup for your waffle." "Yes. I want 'sarah'." It sounded so much like she was saying Sarah. I gave her some syrup and the kid proceeded to chow down on her breakfast. Mom fail.
A couple of other great phrases that Thea has picked up include "Just weave me awone!" and "Just don't talk to me wight now!" Thank you, older sisters, for teaching her those. Oy.
Overall Thea has become quite the stubborn, intense (for lack of a better word) child the last few weeks. Tuesday night we had quite the 45 minute battle at bedtime, because she wanted to sleep in the Elsa dress-up costume. Now normally I don't really care what my kids wear or sleep in, but in this case the sleeves were scratchy, and the cape could actually be a hazard, so it just wasn't going to happen. There was lots of screaming, flailing, trying to climb out of her crib, ripping off her pajamas, etc. etc. etc... It was rough. Finally when she was somewhat calm she decided I needed to change her diaper. The dang thing was dry, but at that point I did not want to set her off again so I changed the stupid thing. The kid then rolls over and tells me she is going to sleep right there on the floor. I may or may not have proceeded to tell her that was a bad idea because sometimes at night bugs come out and they would crawl all over her, but they don't crawl in the crib. Mean mom much? But it worked. "I be safe in my cwib?" "Yes, your crib is safe." "The bug crawl on da floor, but not in my cwib?" "Yep, not in your crib." I felt like a jerk, but she got in her crib and went to bed after that. You do what you gotta do? Let's just hope she doesn't start having nightmares about bugs...
