Nonnie-isms

Natalie is a bit of a repitious one. We hear many of the same phrases repeated often. She gets her point across, though, and her vocabulary is intimidating to most of her two-year old friends. Well, to their parents, at least.

Some of our current favorites:

Natalie and Aunt Laura, September 2012

Top!  (stop)
I had pun with my pends...I had fun with my friends
I have nose in wawer...I have water up my nose
aunt....um...kewy or waura...usually the wrong one
up up in the sky...for twinkle twinkle
Meatball meatball...for On Top of Spaghetti
I miss her...when anyone leaves
Melmo...Elmo, or Mickey for awhile
"Don't call me Nonnie, call me Tinker Bell"
   mmmm...the laughs never end!

Oh, my Nonnie.

Natalie is such a nut. With Bailey being a competent nearly-four-year-old, it is easy to forget she is not even two-and-a-half. One minute she's dancing with her pants off and a snow hat on, and the next she wants to be carried around the house like a baby. She's helplessly addicted to apple juice, and would rather not eat, thank you very much. Her vocabulary is astounding. It is hard to believe the words she is trying to say. My favorite right now is when someone needs to leave and she says (with super sad face intact), "I miss her." It is just so pathetic.

I want to remember how easy she was to potty train, mostly because I know that will probably be the last time I pair Natalie and "easy" together in a sentence. If she's not jumping on the bed, she's climbing over the back of the recliner. Another broken bone is imminent. My little "muffin" is built like a little boy ready to rock. Tonight she was body-slamming her big (and scarily skinny) sister finishing with leg-drop around her waist  Ugh.

I move between complete and utter horror at her choices and total awe and pride in her ability to stick to exactly what she wants. No one will ever call this girly a push-over. No, not her. She will do what she wants absolutely when she wants to. There is no doubt.