So, it’s been what feels like a billion years since I gave a real update on C. She’ll be three next month (I know, right?!) and she’s starting preschool this Wednesday. On Thursday, she’s going to the dentist for the first time. Out of these things, she’s most excited about the dentist.
Cee is – oh, how shall we say? – rather chatty. This makes all of our lives endlessly amusing.
Especially at bedtime, when all I want to do is go to bed and she wants to discuss why, exactly, I am a grownup. The simple answer, “Because I am older than you and I am done growing tall” is not enough: she wants to know why I grew. These philosophical discussions are best had during daylight hours.
She totally knows that.
Cee the Epicurean
Picking out a pizza. Points to one covered in pepperoni:
“Oh, yum. I wuv macaroni.”
Discussing dinner options:
“I don’t want lemon chicken. I want….grape chicken.”
Eating Reece’s Pieces:
Cee the Teller of Truths
When it snowed in February:
“It must be Christmas! Santa camed!”
Sitting on the sofa, wiggling her fingers:
“My baby fingahs are wiggly. They must be about ta fall out.”
Cee the Appreciator of R&B
Caught in traffic:
C: Why we movin so slow?
Me: We’re in a traffic jam.
C: No, dis is a slow jam.
Cee the Wearer of Sensible Footware
“I love my new shoes. They’re not wood, so my feet won’t get splinters.”
Cee the Humorist
Hugging Lucycat when a train about a mile away sounded its horn:
“Heh, heh, I thought Woosy was a widdle twain.”
Cee the Nostalgic Ambassador
“Mommy, I miss my friends in Africa.”
Cee the Philosopher
“Three is my favorite color.”
“A carrot doesn’t work like a harmonica.”
Me: C, you’re too close to the TV. You need to move back.
C: No, I’m not too close. The TV is too far away.
Cee the Bathing Beauty
In the tub:
“I love you so much, bubbles.”
And last but not least, Cee the Consummate Toddler
Me: I love you, C.
C: I know. I love me, too.