Maya's Mouth

Oh, the things she's been saying.  I can't get enough of the funny things that come out of this girl's mouth!  Here are just a few:

~ At the grocery store, we run into an old co-worker of mine.  We exchange greetings & she turns to Maya to inquire about how she's doing.  Maya responds to her "Hi Maya, how are you doing?" with "I wipe my own butt when I go poop now."  That conversation went south really quick!

~ In the bathroom at Sam's Club, Maya tells me that she'd like to flush the potty all by herself.  I oblige, only the toilet was automatic and flushed before she could get to it.  I say "Wow Maya, this potty knew we needed to flush, so it just did it for us."  Maya turns to face the toilet and replies with a sincere "Thank you, Potty." (as I hear snickers from the next stall)

~ In the bathroom at the campground, Maya sees a spider crawling on the floor.  Maya says, "Look Mom, an Old Lady." I say, "No, that's a Daddy Long Leg." Not sure where that one came from!

~ "I can't wait to go camper-ing with Grammy and Papa"

~ Maya ate some roasted marshmallows while sitting around our campfire this past weekend.  There was more marshmallow on her face and hands than she ate, I'm sure.  We told her that we were going to have one of the dogs in the campground lick her clean......and she WANTED us to find one for her.  Any people that walked by, she would perk up and say "Maybe they have a doggy," in hopes that some little dog would come clean her up.  We opted to use a washcloth instead of dog saliva :) Maya was totally bummed.


To be continued, I'm sure........

Maybe Next Time It'll Click

Trying to explain relationships between family and friends to my 3 year old is well.....practically pointless.  This is an actual conversation we had today.

M: "Mommy, you are my Mom."
Me: "Yes."
M: "And Grammy is my mom."
Me: "No, Grammy is MY mom. Your grandmas are your mom's mom and your dad's mom."
M: "You are my mom."
Me: "Yes, and you are my daughter."
M: "And you are MY daughter."
Me: "No.....(repeat previous statement several times until she seems to catch on). Who is the man I love?"
M: "Jude."
Me: "Well, I love Jude, but he is a little boy. Who is the big boy that I love?"
M: "Daddy. You are married....and Grammy and  Papa are married....and Grandma and Papa Steve are married.  And when you get married, you kiss like this (insert long, obnoxious kiss....remind me to ask around as to where she learned this from because I did NOT teach her this!!) LOL!
Me: "Yes, we're married, so Daddy is my husband. And I am Daddy's wife."
M: "And I'm your sister."

And that's where I left it.  At this point, I think it was safe to say that none of this "lesson" was sinking in.  Maybe next time around, we can grasp more of the concept.......maybe after she starts preschool in "My-reka" (ie Eureka).

Jude's Baptismal

The following is a list of all the items that have officially been "baptized" in my whirlpool tub thanks to Jude:

Maya's Barbie (fully clothed)
A Comb
A Squirt Bottle
A Bathroom Rug
Aaron's Boxer Shorts
Aaron's Contact (in the package)
An Empty Contact Box
A Plastic Measuring Cup
A Spare Part to my Blowdryer
A Bath Towel
Blue Dog (Jude's Comfort Object)
Jude's Brush
Jude's Toothbrush
A Spoon
A Hand Towel
Attempted:  The Toy Vacuum (too heavy), The Bathroom Rug AGAIN (Mom was too fast)

As I look at this list, I can only wonder what will be next. Inevitably, something is bound to get ruined around here really soon.  Hopefully I can get one step ahead of him because obviously, I've failed thus far.