Monday, March 2, 2009


Our world is quite a magical place these days. Below are just a few favorite phrases and glimpses into our precious moments.

"I'm okay! I'm okay!" When she's climbing or playing and starts to feel a little insecure, or dramatic.

"Where aaaare me?" When she's hiding.

"Oooo, it 'pooky down dere... it 'cared me." This is fairly new. We were walking down the stairs and she looked over and could see underneath the desk through the stair railing - it was dark under there and, apparently, spooky.

"He's a good buddy." This is often used to talk about Racer, and occasionally her Moo (stuffed cow).

"What dat noise?" Usually when she hears a strange vehicle or noise she can't place.

"What you got in your mowf?" She has a very good nose and can tell when one has sneaked a treat she hasn't gotten a bite of.

"Pop it!!" She loves when I "pop" my gum - her little mouth opens wide in delight and she squeals, "Pop it again!"

"Hi, I'm Moo!" All her stuffed animals and babies have names and voices of their own (which she supplies, of course). Moo is a stuffed cow and has a very deep voice (which sounds, oddly enough, like a gravelly two year old girlie voice). Most of her other babies have very high voices and are barely intelligible. (Jason and I are required to say "Good morning" and give kisses to whichever babies might be in Siennalee's crib each morning.)

Elaborate dramas and adventures unfold each day in my living room. Siennalee is a very active little girl, but will spend quite a bit of her time playing independently with her Little People (not from the TLC reality show) and then will move to caring for her babies and stuffed animals. They go on walks and hit Costco quite often.

She also loves to "read." She will sit in our laps for countless books and then will take several and go off on her own to "read."

Potty training so far has been a bust. I have high hopes, but continue to move slowly in my encouragement towards the constant use of the "big girl potty." She's just not ready.

She also loves babies. She will watch them motionlessly but does not try to touch yet. She'll talk about them later, "He a wittle baby. He cry."

Her pronouns are starting to be employed more and more. It's about a 50/50 chance if she gets them right. I'm surprised how much she'll use the pronoun "he" or "him" since we don't have too many "he's" in our world right now, except Daddy and Uncles.

Siennalee is very empathetic. She's often distressed when her cousins are upset or crying (even when she is the perpetrator) and will offer a hug and kiss when she sees tears. A couple months back, she would pause in her play and come close to me to consider my face for a moment before asking, worriedly, "You crying?" I got lots of toddler hugs and pats. She knew what I needed.

It's such a marvelous blessing to watch her grow and begin to unfold as a little person.


Momae' said...

Sweet Liza is good.

Sarah and the Gentlemen said...

Josiah and I have been reading your blog for the past half hour (at least). "I love reading blogs!", he tells me. We made it all the way back to the beeyu-bewies post.

We have read "Cuteness" three times.

He left his own comments on a couple others.

Jen Rouse said...

Isn't that so fun? I love eavesdropping on kids playing their little games and listening to the things they tell their imaginary children.