Talking a blue streak

I mentioned in my last post that Marin recently said her first sentence. In fact, she's been saying a lot of new things everyday, and the more she puts phrases and sentences together, the funnier they are. To me at least. If you don't find that at all funny, stop reading here, or you'll be bored out of your mind for the rest of this post.

Here are a few things that she says that make us giggle:

She's obsessed with babies. Baby Tess and Baby Logan are two of our favorite "babies", although they are closing in on a year pretty quickly. At a recent holiday party, she loved making "baby Logie" laugh by going up to him and saying, "tickle, tickle, tickle." And no matter where we are, or what we're doing (say, in the middle of church or across the grocery store) Marin will yell, "Look!! Baby!!" very proud that she was able to pick the baby out of the crowd. When she is within reach of a baby, she likes to give them hugs. She loves Kai and calls him "baby" Kai as well, even though he's only six months younger than she. The other day before we went to my mom and dad's I asked her, "Marin do you want to go to Grandma and Grandpa's?! Normally this is sure to warrant huge excitement. She just looked at me and very matter of factly said, "Nope, Kai." Then when we were really going to see Kai a week later, I told her so and all day she kept saying, "Baby Kai. Funny baby Kai."

I have mentioned how Marin loves snow. Recently she has started singing Frosty the Snowman. Only her version goes more like this, "Frosty Nos! Frosty Nos! Frosty Nos!" Then she mumbles something about a hat and two eyes mumble, mumble.

She can't say chocolate, so she says "locklate". At Grandma's she loves to say, "Locklate milk please, Namma."

She can't say banana so she just says "blahlahlahla". She's been doing this for a long time now, and so far hasn't learned how to say it correctly, nor does she try to call it a "nana" or something shorter. And why should she. Everytime she asks for a "blalalahlah" we crack up and hand her one.

After a recent trip to the doctor's office where she got a sticker at the end of the visit, she has a new found love of stickers ("sickers"). She loves to find them on her oranges ("ownj"), and put them in her pocket ("pockie") for some reason. When she does she says, "Oh! Sicker! In pockie!" Like, of course that's where it should go. This is all fine and good- until they go through the wash.

The other day she was pushing her shopping cart around the basement and told me, "Bye Mommy! Shopping!" Then she stopped dead in her tracks because she didn't have "pockies" to put her play money in. I suggested she put the money in her purse, so she dumped out the entire contents of the purse on her arm on the floor, put the money in and waved bye as she walked away- apparently on her way to the store.

Marin will ask us for something, like a "srawberr" (strawberry) by saying, "Mommy, srawberr?" and we'll repeat to her, "Strawberry? You'd like a strawberry?" mostly to make sure we have deciphered what she has said correctly, but also so she hears the way the word should be pronounced. She responds back to us, "Okay!" like it was our idea, instead of a question clarifying hers. This is particularly funny when she asks for something like "iceam", which is ice cream:
"Mommy, iceam?"
"Ice Cream?"
"Okay!"
Then I have to explain that we don't eat ice cream at 9am. (Right? I mean, generally that is frowned upon, right? Because if I missed something, my pregnant self is happy to become current with the times and eat dessert for breakfast.)

The words Potty, Pappy (Jason's Dad), and Paci all sound the same when Marin says them. Nearly the only way to tell the difference is watch her when she says the word. If she means Potty she usually is pointing to her potty parts (which is something we realize we'll have to fix in time, but right now it helps us decode her speech). If she means Pappy she is usually on the phone, or has her arms folded up at her side, hands upside down as if to ask, "where is Pappy?" And if its paci that she wants, she says it with a little more of an "s" sound at the end. We then have to say, "Paci?" and then again she says, "Okay!" And then again, unless its bedtime, we have to explain that we don't need a paci right now.

Speaking of Pappy... Pappy gave Marin pop recently (her first taste of it). He was alone with her, and when Aunt Lindsay and I came to get her, Marin walked up to me holding her pop with two hands like it was the holy grail. She looked at me with eyes as big as sauces and said, "Pappy pop!!" To which I said, "Pappy gave you pop?!" "Okay!" she said. It was fine, but when we got home and she asked for pop I had to tell her that pop was for adults. Now whenever she sees someone with pop she looks at me and says, "Pop. 'dults pop." She's learning that other things are for adults too. Like booze. If only that could last through high school.

The other day Marin was playing with this dollhouse that Nana and Pappy gave her for Christmas. In the bathroom is has a potty and little spot where the doll can sit on the potty. Marin promptly put her doll on the potty and then proudly said to her, "Goooood girrrrl!!!!"

Today the doorbell rang right as I was cutting up turkey for lunch. It was some guys delivering the marble top for the new vanity in the powder room. Norah was jumping around excitedly, so I closed the house door on Marin and Norah, and went out to the front porch to let the guys in and to sign some things. When I came back in the house Marin looked at me, and anxiously asked, "Pizza?!!"

The things Marin says as she continues to learn more about how the world works keep us laughing! After all, if it weren't for children, life would be just a bunch of boring 'dults.