Kessa-speak

Kesenia is getting so expressive!

Earlier today:

Kes: "Mama, you want to go on the bouncy ball?"
Me: "No, honey, I'm too big for it."
Kes: "But Mama, when you all done with being big, when you not a grown-up anymore, then you go on the bouncy ball? When you get teeny tiny? When you a kildren again?"

Tonight:

"Mommy, what a nice, beautiful, purple purple sweater you have!"

Yesterday:

Kes: "Now it's not weddy anymore."
Me: "What's not ready anymore?"
Kes: "No, it's not WEDDY anymore!"
Me: "It's not windy anymore?"
Kes: "No, it's not WED. DY. An. Y. More!
Elly: "Wedgie?"
Kes: "Yeah! It's not weddy anymore!"


I remember Elly at this age used to say "prettiful". I'm quite amused that Kes has also adopted a second term for beautiful - "cutiful."

Kessa quotes

My big 21 month old is talking up a storm:

"I (w)ant hug pinkers." (Me: "We can't hug sprinklers." Kes: "Why?")

Current name for self: "Ketha."
(Along those lines, "Mm-hmm" has turned into "Yyyyeth.")
Current name for Eliana: "Titter." or, "Anyana."
Current name for me: "Mami."
Current name for Scott: "Daddeeeee."
Current name for my mom: "Gammaw."
Current name for my dad: "Gwampa."
Pronounces "Bubbe" and "Papa" perfectly.

Kes has become very attached to her pink blanket ("bankie"). This is the blanket which my aunts and uncle gave to me for Elly's baby shower, that Elly never attached to. It was the last blanket that my Grandma Linda knit before she died - in fact, she didn't finish it. (A friend of the family did.) I'm thrilled that Kes loves it. Carolyn says that Kes (red hair and all) is my gift from Grandma Linda. It's a good theory.

Ice cream dropped from her spoon to the chair between her legs. She says, "Uh-oh, Mama. Fell on da tair."
Commonly, her reaction is, "uh-oh, I (s)pill(ed).

When Kes is excited, she goes, "Oh! Oh! Oh! (insert what she's excited about here)!" Like:
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Daddy!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Ie cweam!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Kward!" (that's "backyard" to the uninitiated)
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Zoo!"
The list goes on and on.

Sass and spitfire

Eliana has started sassing. It pisses me off, and it cracks me up. Fortunately, the two play off each other so that I can calmly deal with the situation without getting upset or laughing in front of her. The other day I gave her two choices and she didn't like either, so she said, "No, Mommy. You do (whatever). That's your Only Choice." I tried again and she repeated herself a little more rudely "No, you listen to ME" so I left the room and closed the door behind me and told her she could come out when she was ready to listen and stop sassing. It was a preschool morning so a few minutes later I stopped by and poked my head in and said, "Are you ready to stop sassing and say sorry to Mommy for being sassy?" She said, "YOU say sorry to ME for sassing. You sassed me, Mommy, that is not OK." I said, "I see you need a few more minutes," closed the door again, ran to the other room, and fell over laughing, PO'd at the same time.

Kes is throwing some really good fits lately too... and pulling hair. Especially Elly's hair (Elly incites her). She pulls her clothes, too, when Elly gets into her space and she feels threatened. What busts me up is she'll grab at Elly's clothes 5 or 6 times in quick succession, with this huge stormy look on her face, and then suddenly her eyes will pop wide open and she'll smile and throw her arms around Elly and give her a huge kiss. Like, "Oh crap, what am I doing? I LOVE sister! Sorry!" Kes stopped calling me Mama, for the most part, and calls me Mommy now. For two days she couldn't say the first M, and it was so cute. "Aahhh-mi! Aahh-mi!" I was kind of sad when she got the hang of it so fast.

They are playing together a ton lately, and actually do a great job of cooperating, overall. Someone asked me what it's like to have two kids, and I told her that as much as I love each of them, the most rewarding thing in my entire life has been watching them love each other. It's pretty humbling to watch them blossom together. I'm so glad they're so close and hope they stay that way into old age.