Erin K
10-31-2007, 09:07 AM
So I realize I haven't shared any cute Stephen conversations in a while.
Let me give you a few
I'm trying to teach him to say, Guess what... Chicken butt... Guess Why... Chicken thigh.
M: Guess what
S: *sharp intake of breath*
M: Chicken butt!!!
S: hehehe Chicken butt
M: guess why
S: *sharp intake of breath*
M: Chicken thigh
S: hehehe chicken pie!!!
he will do this over and over, always with just the breathy anticipation.
On Dinosaurs:
S: *mutters something I can't understand* dindosarus!
M: Oh, yea baby, that's cool.
S: *very worried look* but dindosaurs afraid da dark!
M: What baby, dinosaurs are afriad of the dark?
S: yea *still looks concerned, apparently my "yea baby that's cool" has subjected some imaginary dinosaurs to the dark*
M: I'm sorry I didn't know dinosaurs were afraid of the dark
S: Dat's K, I didn't know either.
On Sassy *who if you will recall lives outside now because Stephen is allergic, but now our windows are open so this encounter is through the crack in the window*
S: Mommy Sassy bite me?
M: What? Sassy bit you?
S: yea, on mine finger
M: Does it hurt *as I rush over*
S: No sassy bite me with hern nose not hern teef
M: she bit you with her nose?
S: yes like dis *makes exagerated sniffing noise*
When he's in a bad mood everything is "Give it back mine *fill in blanks*"
So if he's in a bad mood and I wipe his nose:
GIVE IT BACK MINE BOOGERS!!!
Bad mood change diaper:
GIVE IT BACK MINE STINKY POOP!!!
He almost always calls Ethan "the little brother" but sometimes calls him Ethey. Brian and I have caught ourselves calling him, "the little brother".
Let me give you a few
I'm trying to teach him to say, Guess what... Chicken butt... Guess Why... Chicken thigh.
M: Guess what
S: *sharp intake of breath*
M: Chicken butt!!!
S: hehehe Chicken butt
M: guess why
S: *sharp intake of breath*
M: Chicken thigh
S: hehehe chicken pie!!!
he will do this over and over, always with just the breathy anticipation.
On Dinosaurs:
S: *mutters something I can't understand* dindosarus!
M: Oh, yea baby, that's cool.
S: *very worried look* but dindosaurs afraid da dark!
M: What baby, dinosaurs are afriad of the dark?
S: yea *still looks concerned, apparently my "yea baby that's cool" has subjected some imaginary dinosaurs to the dark*
M: I'm sorry I didn't know dinosaurs were afraid of the dark
S: Dat's K, I didn't know either.
On Sassy *who if you will recall lives outside now because Stephen is allergic, but now our windows are open so this encounter is through the crack in the window*
S: Mommy Sassy bite me?
M: What? Sassy bit you?
S: yea, on mine finger
M: Does it hurt *as I rush over*
S: No sassy bite me with hern nose not hern teef
M: she bit you with her nose?
S: yes like dis *makes exagerated sniffing noise*
When he's in a bad mood everything is "Give it back mine *fill in blanks*"
So if he's in a bad mood and I wipe his nose:
GIVE IT BACK MINE BOOGERS!!!
Bad mood change diaper:
GIVE IT BACK MINE STINKY POOP!!!
He almost always calls Ethan "the little brother" but sometimes calls him Ethey. Brian and I have caught ourselves calling him, "the little brother".