Jelly Book - volume 9

Oh my funny child. Here's another installment of the funny, quirky, silly things that my child says.
I give you, Jelly Book - Winter 2012:

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Mommy, did you take your 'eyetacts' out?  (contacts)

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My brain is hot. (I think she was referring to her forehead.)

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G: Mommy, you want to watch your "fixing" show?

Me:  What kind of show is that?

G: The show that they fix the walls and the furniture and the room.

Me: Oh HGTV?  - no thanks.

G:  How 'bout your cooking show?

Me: No thanks.

G: How 'bout that singing show?

Me:  No, I'm good, Gianna.

G:  Well, than how 'bout Olivia?  (Crafty little bugger.)

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G:  Hey, Mommy - you could take me to Honey's so we can pick satsumas?

Me:  Well, I don't think there are any left on the trees now.

G:  Kids love Cuties. (Straight from the commercial...which is funny because we rarely watch commerical tv.)

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G:  I'm so tired because you make me work so hard.

Me: Oh really?  Would you like to tell me how you figure that?

G:  Well, all day long you make me play and play and play and I am so hungry and tired.

Me:  May this always be your biggest complaint with me.

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Random:  "Humph. This is IMPOSSIBLE."

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I took an alternative route home the other night and upon  arriving at our small town, Gianna said with obvious shock:  "Mommy, how did we GET here?"

Me: I drove, Gianna.

G:  I know. But we didn't even go through Wessalake!!  (Westlake - neighboring town)

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Random:  "Oh my child, it will be okay."

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After taking a bite of her supper,

"Hmmm.  Needs more salt."

(I was a little offended until she admitted she heard it from a movie.)

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At Church on Sunday Gianna was proud of herself for offering her had to an elderly lady during  the Our Father at Mass.  After the prayer and their hands dropped, Gianna quietly declaired,

"I am so pleased to meet you!"

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Why do we have to cast our bird on Jesus (burden)?

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On our way home one night,

"Mommy, Chuck E. Jesus!"

What?

"There's Chuck E. Jeesus!"

Me: Gianna, you've never been there and I've never talked about Chuck E. Cheese. How do you know about Chuck E. Cheese?

"It's from my show. You know, on PBS."

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G:  Mommy, I don't want to eat 'hosanya' tonite.  (Cross between lasagna and hosana -- I almost cannot say lasagna correctly anymore because her.) 

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While grocery shopping:
G: Mommy can you buy me some cracked pudding?

Me: Gianna, I have NO idea what cracked pudding is?

G:  Look, Mommy, right there!

(She was pointing to this.....)

Makes perfect sense.

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As a party favor, Gianna received cookie mix in a jar.

She was thrilled when we decided to make the cookies.

First she said,

"Oh look!  There's potty treats in those cookies!"

(M&M's)

"Can you take the sand out so we can make the cookies?"

(the brown sugar)

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Answering my phone.

House phone:  Answers before I can grab phone.  Recorded solicitor.

Me:  Gianna, who is it?

G:  (in a whisper)  It's MeMaw.

(G waits for a minute listening intently and then says in a stage whisper)

G:  Mommy, MeMaw says to press "1"

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Fussing at me:  That is very in appropriate!

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Is that PePaw 'lowing the mawn'? (mowing the lawn)

Mommy, is Hocapontus a princess? (Pocahontus)

Can I have cretzels to dip in my hummus?  (Pretzels)

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G:  Mommy, is Mr. Rudy going to be at Annie's house?
Me: No, he's working. He's flying a plane right now.  Do you remember what that's called?
G:  Yeah, a PIRATE!! 

Jelly Book vol. 8

I've been keeping a Jelly Book for three years now, documenting all the things Gianna says and does that I don't want to forget.  Here's my Fall 2011 entry:
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I know lots of folks like the kids show Yo Gabba Gabba.  I, however, am not one of them. The silliness is excessive and it just annoys me to no end.  (Not to mention the fact that the one episode she saw was about the tooth fairy which caused to be terrified that 1) her teeth were going to one day fall out and 2) someone was going to come into her room at night while she was sleeping and reach under her pillow and take them.  Lovely.

Anyhoo, one day a preview of the show came on Nick Jr. and she says to me,

"Okay Mommy, I know you do not care for Yo Gabba Gabba, but I DO care for Yo Gabba Gabba. Do you think we can work something out?"

She says she wants to a doctor but, we just may have an attorney on our hands, folks.

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We got Gianna got some cute little brown expensive Mary Janes for really cheap. This is the conversation that happened after she put them on.

G:  Mommy these shoes don't fit.

Me:  Are they too big or too small.

G:  Ummm...too small.

Me:  (checking the fit)  Gianna, look at all this room for your toes.

G:  Yeah, well - Mommy (pause) I just don't really like them.

Me:  Gianna these are so cute.

G:  Mommy, they look like Santa shoes!

Me:  Hahahahaha

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Often when she's frustrated, disappointed or angry she'll say:

"Oh, this is just impossible!"

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Me:  Gianna, you don't like that cookie? (after she took one bite)

G:  No Mommy, I'm not a big fan.

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I haven't really introduced the concept of a Christmas list or a letter to Santa - just because I don't want the whole focus to be about 'getting.'  Well, a precious 11 year old friend filled her in today and asked her what she was going to ask Santa to bring her.  She quickly replied,

"A Barbie Jeep and some Christmas Eggs." 

Hmm.  We may need a little remediation on holiday symbols.

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I was rinsing the shampoo out of her hair and she said,

"Ahhhh.....easy as pie."

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Lately when I give her something Gianna replies,

"Thank you, your majesty."

(And no, I didn't train her to say that...nor do I correct her! :)

Jelly Book - volume 7

I keep a "JELLY BOOK" of some of the entertaining things that Gianna says and does.

Here's my latest entry...

Spring/Summer 2011

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Gianna often wants to know if random people are happy. Usually she asks us right after she gets into trouble.  When we went to Florida we were driving to her uncle's house:

G: "Is Uncle Robert happy?"

Me:  Oh, I bet he's in heaven right now. (Referring to him having his whole family visiting him.)

G: Uncle Robert died?

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Me:  Gianna, why are you blinking so much?

G:  Well, I think my allergies are trying to come out.

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G:  No, Mommy - not in the sun!  I want to live in the dark shade.

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At a children's concert talking about the song, "Whatcha want to be when you grow up?"

Me:  What do YOU want to be Gianna? (She usually says doctor of fireman.)

G:  Frweee.

Me:  You just turned three, Gianna.

G: Oh. Then Frwee and a half.

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Prior to that same concert, I'd asked G several times what she wanted to be when she grew up.

Consistantly her answer was, "A boy."

Well, I did tell her she could be anything she wanted. (Gosh, I sure hope I'm not going to be in the same support group as Cher!)

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G:  Mommy, come with me. Quick!

Me: What's wrong, Gianna.

G:  Jesus, is on the ceiling. Come look!

My curiosity piqued, I quickly followed her.

G:  Look Mommy, he's up there!

(Pointing to the crucifix above the door.)

G: You see him?  He rose from the dead!!!!

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During nighttime prayer:

Me:  Is there anything you're are thankful for tonight?

G:  Black.

Me:  Umm..... Black? You want to tell me more about that?

G:  Yes...I am thankful for black choc-o-late.  When I'm four could you make me a choc-o-late cake?  I like the white cake, but I LOVE choc-o-late cake!

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Another night during prayer:

G:  ...God bless Sophia, baby Joseph, and Ms. Nichole...(smiles)...Rock and Roll, Ms. Nichole.....(proud grin)....that rhymes!

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After a a good ten minutes of her attempt to fight her nap, I entered her room only to find her out of bed (which she rarely tries) and playing with her dollhouse. 

"Gianna?!" I said sternly.
"Oh, hi Mommy, I had a lovely sleep!" 

Nice try, dumpling.

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As I was driving (about 35mph) after being stopped at a traffic light for several minutes Gianna said in a very concerned voice:

"Woa! Mommy. What are you doing? Why are you going so fast?  Gentle, Mommy, Gentle!"

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Gianna's not sick very often, but every now and then after she cries (new pastime) she complains,

"Oh no, Mommy! Now I'm all 'snuffy!'"

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Gianna was crying after she had gotten scolded and said,

"Oh NO! I can't see."

I started getting concerned and asked, "Gianna, why can't you see?"

"Because of the drips in my eyes."

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One day we stopped for a train on our way home.  As we watched it pass, Gianna asked me,

"Hey Mommy, Is that train going west?"

(Not left, but WEST.   I actually had to see where the sun was setting to figure out that the train was indeed traveling westward.  Geez!)

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I can count on my right hand how many times I've had to wake Gianna up in the morning.

Last week was one of those times.

She was so groggy and could barely open her eyes.

Me:  Wake up, Sleepyhead, we have to go to swimming lessons and the funeral home.

Gianna (barely able to lift her head):  Ummm....maybe Saturday.

Me: (laughing) No, not Saturday, today.

Gianna:  Or how 'bout Christmas?

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Lately, we've had a lot of family friends who have passed away.  I'm pretty impressed by her understanding of the difficult concept.

G:  Mommy, George died? 

Me:  Yes Gianna, he did.

G:  George went to heaven?

Me:  Yes Gianna, that's right.

G:  Mommy, we're all going to die.

Me: Well, eventually - yes.

G:  But Mommy, I don't want to die yet.

Me:  Me neither, Gianna.  Let's wait.

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I gave Gianna some frosted mini wheats for a morning snack.

About 20 minutes later she came up to me,

G:  Mommy, can I have something to eat?

Me:  Gianna, I just gave you mini wheats that you didn't eat.

G:  But Mommy, I DID eat them.

Me:  Gianna, the bowl is full.

G:  Yeah, but I only ate the 'cream'.

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Another time she did the same thing with pretzels....licked the salt off, left the pretzels.

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Soaking wet after playing on the Slip-n-Slide, Gianna says,

"Mommy, can I go on the swing?

Not wanting to stay outside, I replied,

"Well, Gianna you're all wet.  It'll be very slippery."

Gianna's response:

"So, Mommy.....how bout you put me in the swing.....and then if I'm too wet and slippery, THEN we can go inside."

Who's going to say no to that logic?

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On the swing:

"Hey Mommy, wanna push me Super Pie?''

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G:  Oh no. It's brokeeen.

 (I love the way she says broken and rarely correct her.)

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My dad was recently in the hospital and on our way to visit him we spoke with a hospital worker emptying out a trashcan in the hallway.
G:  And what is YOUR name?
Worker:  I'm Carmen.  What is your name?
G:  I'm Gianna.  What are you doing Carmen?
Worker:  I work here.
G:  Oh, good.  My PePaw is here and he's sick.  Can you make him better?

{melt}

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The first day of swim lessons, the precious instructor tried and tried to get G to put her head under water.  Finally, she looked at him, tilted her head and said,
"Mr. CJ, I'm just a little kid!"

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We had a large packing box that Gianna turned on it's side and turned into a rocket.
We just read a book from the library called Mail Harry to the Moon (so cute) and she asked me if I could send her to the moon in her rocket.
Every time she got in the box I'd begin the countdown....
Five, four, three, two, one....
The door (lid) would fly open and Gianna would have a panicked expression and
say, "Ummm....Mommy, can you come to the moon with me?"
Me:  Oh Gianna, I can't today.  I have to cook supper.
G:  Well, can Max come with me?
Me:  No, silly. Max is a dog.  He can't go to the moon.
You'll be okay.  Ready?  Five, four, three, two, one.....
G: NOOO.  I don't want to go to the moon!
Me:  But I thought you wanted to go?
G:  Yeah...but I'm just a little nervous.
Me:  Really? Why?
G:  Mommy? Is this for pretend?

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I love my Jelly Book Girl!

Jelly Book - volume 6

I keep a "JELLY BOOK" of some of the entertaining things that Gianna says and does.
Here's the next selection:

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Me:  Gianna, do you know how much I love you?
Her typical answer is 'BIG MUCH!"
This time:
Gianna:  "Finally!"

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After a rough little patch after some poor toddler behavior, she obviously sensed I was outdone.
Gianna:  Mommy, maybe you can stop being angry.

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Gianna:  Mommy, get me some milk!
Me:  Gianna, that is VERY bossy.  Ask nicely. Please don't be bossy.
Gianna:  That's right.  Only Mommy be bossy.
yikes

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Gianna:  Aaaaah!  A mosquito. A mosquito. Get it Mommy.
Me:  Calm down, Where is it Gianna?

Gianna:  (panicked)  Right there. Right there. Get it Mommy!

Me: Gianna, I don't see it where is it.
Gianna: (exasperated) Right there on Tomahawk Drive. (name of our street)

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Snuggling in bed on a Sunday morning, Gianna told Iain,

"Hey Daddy, I like your nipples."

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I was cooking in the kitchen and she was sitting in a chair watching me.

G:  "Whatchya doin', Tartamella?"

(my maiden name -- don't ask me how she managed to orchestrate that sentence!)
Me:  What did you say, Gianna? (not believing what I heard)
Gianna:  Watchya doin', Mommy?
Me:  What did you call me the first time?
Gianna:  (laughing) Tartamella

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Iain took Gianna to Lowe's and Gianna told him, "That lady has a baby in her tummy."
Iain panicked because he saw a lady down the isle who was clearly not pregnant - just stout.  Iain was trying to change the subject with her to spare an awkward situation from happening.  Once they came upon the 'non-pregnant' lady - a visibly pregnant lady passed them up.
"See, daddy?"

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Gianna to Iain:  Therese broke her leg, daddy.
Iain:  Who?
Gianna:  Therese did.
Iain (rolling his eyes):  Gianna, Therese didn't break her leg.
Gianna:  She really did, daddy.
Iain looked at me as if I would talk some sense into her.
Me:  She really did, daddy.

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We were at a birthday party of a story-time friend and Gianna was swinging next to another little two year old.
Gianna:  Mommy, what's her name?
Me (not remembering):  Ask her.
Gianna to the little girl:  Hi Oscar, I'm Gianna.

(I almost peed in my pants laughing at that one.)

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Anytime I tell Gianna no for something her repsonse is always,
"Maybe see, mommy."
(As in maybe we'll see.)

Along the same lines, if I tell Gianna, "Not right now."  Her response is
"Maybe Fursday, Mommy." (Thursday)
I hear this at least 10 times a day and think it's just so cute.

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Leaving story time at the library, Gianna ran up to Ms. Elizabeth (lead story-teller) and told her,
"Thank you so much for coming."


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I was matching socks in Gianna's room while she played with her kitchen.  She walked up to me and said, "Mommy, thank you so much for working so hard."
Dear heavens....that was better than gold.

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I love these little gems.  They seem to balance out the frustrating part of the challenging two's.

Jelly Book - vol 5

I keep a "JELLY BOOK" of some of the entertaining things that Gianna says and does.

Here's the next entry.

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We march a lot.  Gianna often requests marching music, but when I can't provide it - she starts marching anyway and calls back over her shoulder, "Can you feel the beat?"

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We were driving and Gianna spotted something, "The KEY!!!"  Completely confused by what she said, I responded, "What Gianna?"  She looked down, shook her head and said,  "Never mind."

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Gianna:  Mommy, I wanna go play on the diving board.

Me:  Umm....we don't have a diving board.

Gianna:  Yes, Mommy - in the sunroom. I'll show you.

(She dragged me into the sunroom to point out the treadmill. Ha.)

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Gianna was hanging on the arm of the treadmill....swinging

Me: Gianna, do you remember what happened the last time you swung on the treadmill?

Gianna:  Yeah,  I broke my back.

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The weather has been super cold lately, and on our way to my mom's house we saw a man doing yardwork.  He was bundled up in a black parka coat.

Gianna:  Mommy LOOK!!!!!! (In an excited whisper)  It's a gorilla!!

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Gianna:  Mommy. Don't you want to hold me? 

or Don't you want to play with me? - kinda hard to say no to that!

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At prayertime.

Me:  Gianna, should we pray that God sends you a brother or sister.

Gianna:  Oh yes.  How 'bout Benjamin.

Me:  Well, he's already got a family...but that's really sweet.

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overheard on the baby monitor in a sweet soft voice

Gianna:  Umm...does somebody wanna come get me?

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I let G watch a youtube video of a little girl singing a Whitney Houston song on Britain's Got Talent

I asked her if she wanted me to teach her that song.

She said, "Well, Mommy - could you teach me how to howl like that?"

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My mother watched Gianna for me while I was on jury duty.  When I left her house one day, Gianna asked my mom, "MeMaw, where's mommy going?

MeMaw:  Well, she went downtown to a big building and with a bunch of other people and they have to wait to see what the big important man says they have t do.

Gianna: No, MeMaw. She's at the courthouse for Jury Duty!

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Jelly Book - Holiday Edition

Living in Lewis Land provides a fair amount of entertainment for those who dwell here. 

This Jelly Book entry might back up that claim. :)

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Gianna: Mommy. I want to go see Mary.

Me:  Mary? Which Mary, Gianna?

Mary from the Na-tiffany (Nativity)

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Gianna has spent a lot of time playing with her nativity set.

One day we heard, "Hold on Jesus, we go for a ride."

Lucky little Jesus got a ride on a sheep.

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G lined all the nativity cast of characters up in a semi-circle.

"C'mon guys.  I take your picture."

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We were in the car listening to Christmas music.  One particular selection was orchestral.

I heard, "Oh! I was surprised. And a little scary." (scared).

"Why were  you surprised, Gianna."

"Those cymbals were crashing - LOUD."

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At the beginning of December, I realized I needed to work on expounding upon the concept of Santa Claus when I asked Gianna if she knew what Santa brings for Jesus' birthday. 

 Her response, "EGGS!"

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G was watching Sesame Street's Hanukkah themed show.  I was cleaning the kitchen.  I heard a very irritated little voice say,  "Mommy, I said Sesame Street!  Elmo's not here!"

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One day Gianna's had a mosquito bite that she must have scratched during the night.  When she woke up she discovered a little bit of fresh blood on her arm. 

"Uh-oh, Mommy!  I leaking."

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Gianna:  Mommy, I've been thinking......

Me (laughing):  Oh really?

Gianna:  Yes.  I want to go to the library.

(How old is this kid?)

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After every song that plays on a CD, she taps her finger on her chin and says,

"Hmmm.....let's see what's next."

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"HAHAHAHA."

"Mommy, I so happy (that) I (am) laughing!"

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Usually when I'm busy doing chores and G is getting a little bored she'll say,

"Hey Mommy. you wanna go to Wal-mart?"

If I say, "Not right now. Maybe later." she often says,

"How 'bout the red store?"  (Target!)

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Gianna gets a kick out of whistling.  Like many kids her age, G's whistle is a high pitched squeal.  Her version also includes her index finger over her mouth. (No clue what that's about.) 

Iain realized that she's figured out that you can use a whistle to summon people when he took her to Lowe's and she sported one of her impressive whistles.

Just as soon as she whistled, someone turned the corner and started walking down their isle toward them.  With widened eyes and a surprised look, she said,

"Daddy!  I called a man!"

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She started calling me "Yo-Yo Mommy"  --- for fun.

She thinks it's hilarious. :)

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Getting ready to meet friends at the park, I noticed Gianna was warm and had a low-grade temp.  I brought her to the children's Clinic to check her ears.  Gianna informed the doctor that we were going to the park. By this time, the weather worsened and it was in the low 40's.  The doctor said, "Oh...it's too cold to go to the park."  Her response, "But I just a little bit sick."

Sayin' the darndest things (Jelly Book vol 4)

Here's another Jelly Book entry...

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Gianna is obsessed with the moon.  She talks about it constantly and when she spots it (even during daylight hours in the faintest silhouette) she yells, "MOON!" and then proceeds to distinguish whether it is a full, half or crescent moon."

One evening the big, beautiful, yellow harvest moon was rising in the Eastern sky.  She gasped when she saw it.  "A FULL MOON!" she exclaimed.  And then she said, "It's HUMONGOUS!"  (Thanks, Sesame Street, for your word of the day.)

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I couldn't wait to show her the full moon this past Sunday.  We showed it to her at my parents' house and when we got home she stood in our driveway and gazed upon the very bright moon with adoration.   It was cloudy but the moon was still visible and the wispy clouds were whizzing by. I noticed her head following the fast-moving clouds.  Her eyes widened and she looked up at me,

"We spinning!" she whispered.

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Gianna pointed out a spider the other day and said, "Look, an arachnid."  Well, she says 'arachnic'  but it still cracks me up that she knows the term. (An arachnid is an insect with 8 legs - i.e. a spider....just in case you don't happen to watch Sesame Street. :) 
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Iain brought Gianna into the living room following her nap.  She was tickled about Max's (dog) new haircut.  "He's so tiny!" she squeaked.
She hadn't really noticed me in the room yet and once she did I said,
"Gianna come say hi to Mommy."
Her response:
"I don't wanna talk right now."
(I guess we're getting little adolescent glimpses sprinkled throughout toddlerhood.)
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About a month ago, Gianna began a new routine when she goes to Time Out.

Once she arrives at the designated spot, I usually ask her,

"Do you know why you're in Time Out?"

She's ALWAYS can name the offense that sent her there.

Once I walk away, she uses the most precious voice she can muster and says,

"Mommy. Mommy?"

"What, Gianna..."

"Really, Mommy?  You sure? You SURE, Mommy?"

"Yes, I'm sure Gianna."

Melts my heart - but not enough to release her from serving her time. :)

(I really have to get it on video - without her knowing.)

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Me;  "Gianna, would you like to come help me in your room?
"Gianna:  "Ummmm......maybe not."

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There are words that Gianna used to say beautifully six months ago, that she is now having trouble with.  It's interesting and pretty funny.

She has an oversized doll named Penelope.

Now she can only seem to call her Pimpully.

We have discovered the best way to get a quiet ten minutes in the afternoon or evening is to give her a popsicle.

Now when asked if she'd like a special surprise she says,

"Oh a popsasticle!"

Apparently the extra syllable is impossible to remove.

This morning she asked for a hammaburgen.
She used to say 'hamburger' quite easily.

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I told Gianna we were on our way to the park to see Benjamin and his Nanna, Ms. Katie.

"Katie from church?" she asked.

"No, not that Katie, Gianna.""Katie doctor?" she asked again about our friend in med school.

"No, not that Katie, either."

"Oh, a DIFFERENT Katie." she finally surmised.

"That's right, Gianna. She IS a different Katie."

"LOTS of Katie's!" she exclaimed

:)

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Our  neighbors (The Griswold's, as we call them) put up there massive collection of outdoor Christmas decorations in mid-November - included a life-sized Santa sleigh.

Figuring she'd be curious, I thought I'd introduce the Santa concept.

"And do you know what Santa will bring on Jesus' birthday?" I asked.

"EGGS!!!" she excitedly replied.

Seems like we have a little 'splainin' to do.

Jelly Book - volume 2

Two years ago when I first began blogging, I posted about starting a Jelly Book.

Here's part of that early entry...

When Gianna was born, one of my long-time friends came into town for a friend's baby shower and she asked me if I had started a "jelly book" yet. I couldn't even fathom what that could be, so I asked. She told me that you just get an empty book/journal that you keep in your kitchen - where most of life seems to happen - and when your kids say things and do things that you want to remember, you just jot it in the book. Often it'll be stained by jelly or coffee or whatever messy bit of life is happening at the moment....but you'll have it written down and eventually have a treasured collection of amazing moments you may have accidentally forget otherwise. I just loved that concept. (Thank you Mary!) I found an old journal of quotes I began keeping years ago, and designated that as my Jelly Book.  

Two years later, I realized that my blog had basically become my Jelly Book - home to all the memories, funny sayings and silly antics of my child.  But instead of all those things sprinkled randomly throughout my posts, I really wanted just one single place that I could easily find those precious memorable moments. 

Then I discovered that Blogger offered PAGE tabs that can either be seen under your header (that's where mine are) or on your side bar.  Perfect! 

My digital Jelly Book!

(To create a page tab, just go to your dashboard and click on the posting tab.  There are 3 sub tabs: New Post, Edit Posts and Edit Pages.  Click on Edit Pages then New Page.  Easy Peasy.)

You can click HERE to go right to my Jelly Book page.

I just love having all those little gems at my fingertips.

That's an idea that Works for Me!  Joining the link party at We are THAT Family.

Here are this week's entries...

Gianna told me, "I feel sick, Mommy."

I looked at her quizically since I'd never heard her say that before.
She then said,
"I have temperature."
I figured she was pretending, but went ahead and felt her forehead, and it was warm.
Took her temperature and by golly, she had a low-grade fever.
That's one of the blessings of having a verbal child.

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Following the "I feel sick." comment, I called for an appointment with the doctor.
At bedtime I told her we were going to the doctor the next day. I may as well told her she was going to Disney World.
"Go see Doctor Decker!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, Gianna, that's right." I said.
"Check my heart."
"Yes."
"Check my ears."
"Yes,"
"Check my mouth. Aaaaah."
"Yes."
"And check my feelings."
Check my feelings! That made me smile.  I guess I ask her fairly often how she's feeling and it made perfect sense to her that the doctor wanted to know the same thing.
I thought that was so cute.
"Doctor Decker give me a 'rellypop?' (a.k.a. lollipop)
Before I could say anything, she pointed her little index finger at me and said,
"Don't ask!"
I have been trying to help her understand the concept of not asking for things like candy and apparantly it's starting to sink in....although she still asked when got to the clinic.

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We were driving and came to a four-way stop.  "Look, Mommy -- an octagon! I found it!" she said excitedly as she pointed to the stop sign.
The topic at Story Time at the Library was "SHAPES" just the day before.

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Speaking of Story Time: While we were there waiting for it to begin, Gianna reached into my purse and pulled out a great big purle wrapped maxi pad.  Before I could confiscate it, she held it up and announced,
"This is Mommy's toilet paper!"
Her first show and tell.
Lovely.

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Every time we pass a schoolyard, she asks, "Gianna go to school?"
I told her she can go when she's a big girl.
"Gianna big girl!" says the smart child.
I then told her she can go to school when she's five.
The next day she asked me where Tyler (our neighbor) was.
I told her he was in school.
"Oh," she said, "He five."
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She was sitting on her new toddler bed as I was putting her socks on.

She pointed her little index finger at me and said,
"No jumping on bed." she told me.
She was a BIGtime jumper in her crib.
"That's right, Gianna." I said, nodding.
Then she said with a furrowed brow and pointed finger in my face,
"Dis is a bed. It NOT a 'jumpoline'!!!" (a.k.a trampoline)
I agreed as I laughed at her serious scolding, assuming she was repeating a warning dished out by her daddy.
I later asked my husband if he ever spoke those words to her.
Nope. Apparently that was her own little note to self. :)
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Me:  "Gianna, who's not listening to their mommy?"
Gianna:  "Therese." she said matter-of-factly.

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There was a kid in Wal-mart who was throwing a tantrum.
Gianna looked at me with wide eyes and said,
"He not being good listener."

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Lately, every time we see an African American women in public Gianna calls loudly,
"OPRAH!"

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"Hey Mom." Gianna said casually as she passed me in the kitchen.
(What is she? TWELVE?)
"Um, Mom? Excuse me, Gianna, but that's not my name."
Her very quick reply, "Hey Maria!"
Turkey.