Hannah had a good birthday

Hannah turned 3 on Monday, though she claims she turned 14. She also says her preschool teacher is only 2, like me.

My favorite part of her description of her birthday, after the ride on her new tricycle, her presents, her birthday song, her card, her meal at Bugaboo Creek with the talking animals while she wore her princess dress, hat, and slippers was, "I went to Bugaboo Creep and ate ice cream!"

Right on kiddo, we know what's important!

Big girl underpants

Hannah is trying out underpants during specific time periods in an effort to move along her potty training. Yesterday, I took her to Target to pick out some because those that I had for her were now too small. We discussed this yesterday morning:

Hannah: I want to wear underpants.
Mom: I know baby, but the ones we have are too small. We'll go to the store later and you can pick out some new underpants all by yourself!
Hannah: Those underpants are too small! Those are for babies!
Mom: Yup! We need to get you some big girl underpants!
Hannah: Yeah. Those underpants are too small for my bottom.
Mom: haha, yes they are.
Hannah: I need bigger underpants for my bottom. My bottom is big like yours!

I could take this as an insult, but I'm choosing to take it as a compliment that she thinks I could fit into size 6T underwear.

Lunch at Daddy's

Hannah's dad just sent me this:

Hannah's eating her lunch;

Hannah - "Daddy! There's no ham in this sammich!"
Me - "That's because you ate it already"
Hannah - "Yeah I did!"
Hannah laughs maniacally
Hannah - "That was funny!"

A minute later;

Hannah - "Daddy, look! There's no ham in this piece of sammich! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

Your child is a fruit cake.

And I thought I was in a good mood today.

Me: Are you drawing a picture of me?
Hannah: Yeah *scribble scribble* there!
Me: Well that doesn't look very much like me.
Hannah: It's your hair!
Me: Oh! Well are you going to draw the rest of me?
Hannah: Yeah...here are your eyes *dot dot*...see, you look grouchy.
Me: Why do I look grouchy?
Hannah: Cause you arrrre grouchy.
Me: You think I'm grouchy?
Hannah: Yeah.

/shrug

101 Foundations

This morning, as Hannah watched me put on makeup:

Hannah: What's that called?
Me: This is makeup.
Hannah: No, what kind is it, what's it called?
Me: Oh! Well it's foundation.
Hannah: Oh...ohhhh...like the doggies!
Me: What?
Hannah: It's like the doggies makeup!
Me: What doggies?
Hannah: All the doggies with the puppies makups!
Me: OH! Nonono, this is *foundation*, not *dalmations*. DALmations are dogs, FOUNDation is makeup.
Hannah: haha, foundations go woof woof!

I know I've been slacking, but now there is a Dragon Epidemic

In the car on the way to work this morning:

Hannah: Daddy, I fought a dragon!
Hannah's Daddy: Oh really!?
Hannah: Yeah, and I beat him and was in his mouth!
Hannah's Daddy: Well how did you beat him if you were in his mouth? That doesn't sound like a good way to win!
Hannah: Yeah, well, I grabbed his tongue and pulled on it and MESSED HIM UP!


My kid is the awesomest and she's not even three yet.

I know I've gained a few pounds, but have mercy.

"Come on Hannah, it's time to get dressed."
"I don't want to wear clothes, I want to wear pajamas"
"Well we don't wear pajamas to school...come get dressed."
"I don't want to wear jeans today."
"Well what do you want to wear?"
"ummmm...hmmm...I want to wear Mommy's clothes"
"Mommy's clothes don't fit you, they're too big."
"You're too big?"
"*sigh* Yes, I suppose, but I'm working on it."
"You're a big girl!"
"Thanks sweetie."