Church

There is a Seventh Day Adventist Church that is on the way to our house.  Back in the summer, Kyla would say, "Dat my new house!"  And I would tell her that it was actually a church.  And she would say, "oh, I go church (when) I older?"

Tonight she was helping me open Christmas cards and one of the cards had a small town winter scene on it.  I asked her what she saw and she pointed out the little house, the doggie, the Christmas tree.  I pointed to the church and she said, "(when) I get married, I wanna go to da church."

I don't recall ever telling her about getting married in a church and can't really see how that would come up in the normal course of toddler conversation, but somehow she has learned it, recalled it and declared it.

Plakstick

Kyla loves lip balm; chap stick; plak-stik, if you will.  From the moment she first laid eyes on that shiny, little, colorful tube, given to Mommy for Christmas almost a full year ago, she knew it had to be hers.  And so the obsession began...

"I hab dat?"  Sure, why not?

Why not?  Because carefully applying it on and around her lips would soon turn into painting her hand.  And that would lead to an interest in putting her finger IN it, then digging it out with her fingernail.  Then she would discover that by twisting the bottom, she could make it grow longer and longer.  At which point she would then try to shove the lid on it and finally declare "it broked."  Which, of course, ended badly when I told her that I couldn't fix it.

Needless to say, that did not last long.  However, her love of lip balm did.  On occasion, she has been allowed to use it, carefully supervised, with a minor mishap here and there.  Like the Burt's Bees that got washed and dried, but thankfully emerged fully intact.

With the dry and oh-so-cold weather we have been having, though, she really does need it.  She has inherited my dry lips.  So under close watch, we are allowing some independent use of lip balm again.  She loves it. 

And yesterday, she told me, "I put on my plakstick so now I can kiss ever'body."

December 2, 2009

I'm starting this blog to document all of the hilarious things that Kyla says and that I'm sure Maxx will say once he starts talking.  Forgive the sparsity (is that a word?  no red, spell check underline...) of the blog, it's midnight and I'm just trying to get some thoughts down before going to bed.   I'll work on the layout later.

This morning Kyla said, "Daddy, you go work; get your money."  She knows that Daddy goes to work to make money.

Later in the day Kyla told me she needed to poop.  As she is sitting on the toilet, she proudly announces, "I go poop, 'cause I a lady."  "Ladies go poop!"  Yes, Kyla, everyone poops.