Thursday, February 24, 2011

What You're Saying Lately...

Dear Brayden,

I figure once you read this blog (in book form, if I ever get around to doing that), that you may not care what you said when you were almost 2. But to me, some of the things you say make me smile so big, and I never want to forget them. So I thought I'd chronicle them here so I'll always remember.
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Your daddy and I have been trying to work on showing you how old you are. We've tried to get you to say "I'm almost 2" while holding up two fingers. You try really hard, by holding up all 5 fingers and then saying "I'm almost twee". It's a valiant effort, but I worry the people in the Walmart check out line may think you're incredibly small for your age.
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You love, love, love your brother. Just the other day you walked up to him and said "hi Buddy!" You also know you are not supposed to be mean to him. So if you act out in anger and hit him, you immediately look at me, and then turn around to hug Connor and say "Seery Cannaw, Seery, it tay, it tay" (translation: Sorry Connor, it's ok, it's ok).
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You are obsessed with your Poppa D (my dad). Sometimes you'll randomly clasp your hands together in prayer hands and say "my papa" which means you are thanking God for your papa. You also already have a friendly rivalry going between his LSU blood and your Razorback blood. Last night at the dinner table you said "my Papa, tigers, no no. Go hogs go."
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You loved going to the local amusement place (similar to Chuck E Cheese) and have asked to go there twice since we went on Monday. You come up to me and say "momma, bye bye, go vroom vroom POW!" (they have little boxing things there that Drew was teaching him how to punch).
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We skype with Gigi (whom you now call Ju Ju) quite a bit. If we call her and she's not home, you'll look at me, put your hands in the air, and say "Ju ju not home!"
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You call baseball "batball" and basketball "bababall".
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You call keys "tees", and will pitch the biggest fit if you don't get to hold a set of keys after we get home. Once you have the keys you'll go to each and every door and pretend like you're opening it.
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You will find the red spoon in the kitchen, and immediately say to me "disobey? no no. disobey!" and then grab the spoon and swat your own leg. Apparently you understand what happens when you disobey. Now if only we could get you to STOP disobeying, haha!
 

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