She's a little chatterbox

Monday, August 11, 2008
Little Princess is certainly bursting forth with her words! More and more every day she comes forth with quite a few more.

Last week her mommy made a "date" with us to keep Annabelle today because she needed to go out and interview someone in relation to her job. Since we couldn't come up with a good excuse not to keep her, I mean, since we always jump with joy to keep Little Princess, we accepted the challenge. When we were ready to start our adventure for the day which is always Granddaddy's excuse for eating out, we took her out for breakfast.

First let me preface this by saying this: All teasing aside, we must love that little girl, well, both of those girls to spend time with her, for us to get ourselves out of bed after four hours of sleep (too much excitement anticipating keeping her, I guess,) and tromping seventeen miles to her house, in Metro traffic, on the first day of school, beginning in the entire area, and leaving at 6:45 to arrive at her house to find she's still sleeping and will until around 8:00. We had agreed to call Mommy as we left the house. Her alarm clock, I suppose because she sounded awfully groggy as I asked her if she was awake and up yet. To which she replied in a very whispered voice..."I'm getting up now." Whew, that was a l-o-n-g
thought, huh? But at least we were there on time. That's good for old folks.

Back to breakfast...as we were leaving for McDonald's she gets to the car and into the carseat and she says, "backseat", another new word I haven't heard out of her before today. She said it several times, Mommy. She really did! Clearly she said it.

At McDonald's I couldn't get myself organized enough so I had to make another trip back out to the car to get something. A young girl was standing behind her car next to ours and I thought she was talking on the cell phone with an ear piece because she was saying something. A choice word came from her mouth and I glanced over to hear her say, "I've locked my keys in my car." In the trunk, no less. She worked at a doctor's office or a hospital because she had on her cute little top. She went back into McDonald's and we talked to her. She had called a road service and since it was getting warmer outside she brought her food inside to finish it while she waited. Well, she waited and waited and waited until they finally came.

It was a funny sight to watch that person try to get into that car. Now this was supposed to be a professional, but you would never have known it. He/she was finally able to break in after probably twenty more minutes. The girl was finally on her way. I shot her a thumbs up as she drove off to which she smiled, waved and then shot me one back. I hope that's the worst part of her day. I really felt so bad for her. I laughed and told Granddaddy I hoped she didn't think I was sending her an Obama fist. She probably thought I was just a little old lady who didn't really know how to express myself to her. But it really was a thumbs up for getting into her car and on her way at last. I know it was stressful for the poor girl. And I hope there was someone at work to open up because she was very late.

While we sat inside just killing time and waiting for everybody to finish eating, Little Princess and I played a game of "I spy, with my little eye". We would spy big yellow school buses, trucks with ladders on top and wondered what they were going to use their ladders for today. We would spy big city buses carrying people to their jobs or smaller buses that transported people to and from the airport. We spied some pretty balloons, but some big giant car had the nerve to cover those from our view, so we couldn't enjoy them long. Finally, after a few of the "I spies" she got excited and started saying, "I, I, I, I" to let me know she had spied something too. Mostly she spied those big yellow school buses. She was so cute. And "bus" was another word for her today.


After walking with the usual relatives and doing a little shopping it was time to go home and change a wet, wet baby girl's diaper. Sorry baby girl. That involved changing not only her diaper but the entire wardrobe. Now this child has way too many clothes as it is, but try to find some pants that match the top and then shoes that go with those...oh, that is a job! I found one little top and bottom that matched and I asked her if her pants went on top of her head? She quickly informed me, "No, no. On bottom. On bottom!" We played this little game for a while. Only to find out after getting her fully dressed the top was missing a crucial button. Back to the closet and drawers.

I finally finished dressing her. Now here's where I defend her mother. If you are one who thinks Mommy isn't exerting herself enough and she's just letting an almost two-year old rule the roost, then YOU try getting a kid dressed literally on the run. Normally she's very cooperative, but some little button has been installed and is suddenly working full speed because for the first time today, even I wasn't able to catch her without exerting quite a bit of energy.

Granddaddy thought it was so funny to watch Annabelle running through the house with Grandmother close at hand with either a handful of pony tail or an outfit half hanging from a naked baby. And did I mention, I forgot to remove the pants that went with the other outfit and carried her out in public with a flowered pair of pants underneath a cute little green checked dress that in no way matched or resembled matching. I didn't see that until after we had carried her out to lunch and returned for another diaper change and nap time. She's probably lucky she even had a diaper on when we left with all the commotion she caused.

I'm going to make up a sign for her to wear, "I dressed myself this morning. Didn't I do a great job?" Or, "Don't blame Grandmomma; My Mommy dressed me this morning."

And while I was chasing her to either put those clothes on or brush that hair, the hair brush drops from my hand. Her reaction? "Ut oh, brush fall! Ut oh, brush fall!" And later when her juice fell it became "Ut oh, juice fall."

The last time we kept her she would talk about Mama and I would ask her where she was. I would tell her Mommy was at work and she would repeat, "Mama, burk". This time she didn't need my help. She would talk about Mommy and she would say "Mommy-burk, "Daddy-burk." She knows where they both are and she's calling them Mommy and Daddy instead of Mama and Dada. So cute and sweet. I love those little changes!
Later in the afternoon when we pulled into the driveway and she would miss Mommy she said "Mommy at work." Three word sentence. And also when we drove up in the drive way one time she said, "Home". She had also said this when we pulled into our driveway the last time she came to see us and we had returned home.

Some more of the words she uses: Pretty, pretty; bwoke (broke) when one of her little punched out flowers I had given her to entertain her in the car, came apart; and pay for play. Sues on/sues off (shoes on/shoes off.) And add the word "Keys" is on her list now.

She has a little purse that her uncle, aunt and two cousins gave her for her birthday. She loves carrying that little purse with it's change purse, lipstick, cell phone and who knows what else, with her as she heads out the door. In the back seat of the car, armed with her little cell phone she says, "Hi ya, hi ya" or "Hi, Mommy" "Hi, Daddy".

And she's becoming a true "blackberry addict". She even had to use her cell phone at dinner, carrying on quite a conversation. I expect her to pick up on texting soon, if she hasn't already.

While I'm covering dinner I'll add this. She had a major melt down as soon as she saw Mommy. Mommy is right. She just let it all out shortly after getting home. It was time to eat, but not what Mommy had prepared for her. She wanted a snack she had gotten from Mommy's pure. It looked better than the delicious baked Ziti with spinach we were having. She ate a bite and wanted it off her plate. Mommy gave her an avocado, which she loved. However, she finished the avocado with green all over her hands and then her face. She was covered! She smeared here and she smeared there and laughed the whole time. Then she looked at her Mommy and said, "Pic-sure, pic-sure". She wanted Mommy to take her picture. Of course Mommy did! Is this not a child who has had her picture made way too many times? She knew it would be a good shot for future reference, I suppose. But she was cute!

Then after much priming, she was ready for another dry diaper and dry clothes. I checked her as I took her down and mentioned she was wet again. She immediately said, "Bi-per" and headed off to her room for a diaper. She brought it back into the living room for me to change her. And I got in trouble for this. Mommy only changes her using the changing table; Grandmomma changes her whereever she can best get her to cooperate/or catch her to change it! Mommy was afraid we were starting a bad habit. "Pfft!"

Mommy was going to try to change her, but No, that wasn't the plan. For some reason she thinks Grandmomma should be the one to change her. When her mother grabbed the diaper, Little Princess looks at her mother, put that little hand up and says only in Annabelle style, "No, Mommy, No, no!" I'm such a lucky woman!

One of the cutest things she did was walk past Shadow, her kitty. Shadow apparently didn't move out of her way, so as she walked past her, Annabelle said, "Shoes me, Kitty Cat." She used her sweetest little voice. That was "Excuse me, kitty cat."

And since I'm already all over the place with these things that have happened today, here I will add that at lunch time she got her hands on a ticket for food. She did this a few weeks back when we were eating out. I tell her that is her portion of the bill she will have to pay for her food. She likes that. She sat and read "her" ticket while Granddaddy looked at his. She would use her little finger and "read" her ticket as she went along. She did the same thing with some papers she found at home which she claimed as her own. That little finger guided its way along the line and she read it to us and herself.

I'm sure I've missed something really really cute I wanted to mention but I'm tired as you can probably see. No editing. I'm still recovering.

Wednesday is another day. Obviously this wasn't written on Monday night. We arrived home way too late and the bed was beckoning me. So, Wednesday is tomorrow to me and we'll see just what fun she'll provide for us then.

And one last thing to share: One of the cutest things to listen to during the evening meal once Little Princess had settled down was the following conversation when Mommy left the room to get another "big, big, big, big piece" of avocado went like this:

"Mommy?"
"Annabelle?"
"Mommy?"
"Annabelle?"
"Mommy?"
"Annabelle?"
"Mommy?"
"Annabelle?"
"Mommy?"
"Annabelle?"
"Mommy?"
"Annabelle?"

This continued on until finally Little Princess broke out in smiles and the conversation ended when Mommy returned to the room.

And you thought she'd never say Mommy! We tried to warn you. But isn't it the sweetest words you've ever heard?