Yesterday, in the late afternoon, we were eating "Billy's" Hawaiian pizza. (I wanted to try the mini oven that my hubbie's coworker was leaving behind as he prepared to return home from his 'prison sentence' in Sweden.) It was a flat rectangular piece with minimal toppings, but it was still good. The mini oven worked well. The cheese was melted and the edges nice and crisp, even a little black, or toasted, or as Cianna would point out...burnt.
I was trying to cut her 'baby pieces' from the centre, which would be softer, but she stopped me.
"No, Mommy. I don't 'yike' that. I want the BURNT one!" (Pointing with her little crooked finger.)
I was a little shocked, "Which one? Really?"
"Yah, I like the burnt ones - crispy!"
I know that I've never really pointed out burnt toast, so where does this come from? She's displayed some interesting and unexpected deductive ('duck duck') reason. She never ceases to amaze me :)
Nothing is easy but the hardships last only a moment to make way for the memories that last forever. I went from 1 bachoochie to 2 bachoochies and still feel like a new mom. I aim to live each ordinary day extraordinarily well...
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BACHOOCHIE
Pronounced BAH-CHEW-CHEE, it was a nickname my sister called her first-ever niece, Miss C-Jaz. According to urbandictionary.dom, this term is used to express "an absolutely wonderful bum". And that she is, myBachoochie, my little bum cheeks.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
She talks in a ROBOT VOICE
Last night was so funny!
All evening I had been trying to change the bedsheets, and at some point was finally able to. I was in the 'wah-hoom' (washroom). Nana and I just finished brushing out teeth. She walked out the door into our new bedroom loft, and in the cutest robot voice she asked me a few questions...
Mo-mmy? Is-the-bed-'kean'-now?
I-go-nna-lie-down-now.
Oh-kay.
I-tie-erd.
If you know her robot voice, you're probably already laughing.
All evening I had been trying to change the bedsheets, and at some point was finally able to. I was in the 'wah-hoom' (washroom). Nana and I just finished brushing out teeth. She walked out the door into our new bedroom loft, and in the cutest robot voice she asked me a few questions...
Mo-mmy? Is-the-bed-'kean'-now?
I-go-nna-lie-down-now.
Oh-kay.
I-tie-erd.
If you know her robot voice, you're probably already laughing.
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