More Ruthie Sayings

Ruthie continues to amaze us with her speaking, both in what she knows and the hilarious things she says. Here's a sampling from the past week or so:

Ruthie: Ouchie, my nose is ouchie!
Me: What happened?
R: I got a cut.
Me: You got a cut on your nose?
R: No, it's itching.
Me. Oh, yeah, that happens sometimes. Daddy gets an itchy nose in the morning too.
R: I want a bandaid.
Me: Well, a bandaid won't help with the itching and it will make it hard to breath.
R: Then I want to itch it off.

Ah, how many of us have felt that way when we start to scratch...

A few weeks ago, we went to Disneyland during the day. We stayed all morning and into early afternoon, so that kids feel asleep on the way home. When we got home, we put Jonah to bed without too much fuss. Ruthie, on the other hand, didn't want to go to naps. She told us she wasn't tired, which was clearly not true, if you could have heard the tone in which she said it. Ian asked her when she was going to nap if it wasn't going to be then. She replies, "Sorry, Daddy, I  can't answer that question." Only two years old and already pleading the 5th.

Ruthie is also in this new stage where she's aware that some of the things she has might be desirable to other people. She was eating a cookie one time when we were getting in the car recently; she does her own buckles now but needs both hands to do it. She handed me the cookie and told me, "Don't eat it, Mama." She also hands me her purse and tells me not to touch any of the things inside. I wouldn't dream of it.

As you know, we've been potting training. We are done with the pee but still working on poop. She has a tendency to save it for naptime. We've talked a lot about the things she'll get for when she does it in the potty. Just to make sure everything is straight, we often have conversations that go like this:

Ruthie: I'm going to get a popsicle for poop in the potty.
Me: Yep.
Ruthie: If I do my poop in the potty, I get a popsicle.
Me: Mm-uh.
Ruthie: No, you say it.
Me: If you do your poop in the potty, you will get a popsicle.
Ruthie: That's right.

And finally, we've begun discussing Ruthie's birthday party (we like to plan in advance here, as birthdays are a big deal).

I said to her, "What kind of party do you want to have?" "A Clifford party." (Cousin Abbie just had one.)

Me: "I was thinking of a Pooh party - what do think about that?"
Ruthie: "Yes, a Pooh party."

Then I proceeded to tell her a few things we could have - we could make our backyard into the 100 Acre Wood, we could play Pooh Sticks, we could have Eeyore and Owl and Tigger.

A few minutes later, she came back up to me and said, "You talk about it, Mama. You talk about the Pooh party,"

Ah, a girl after my own heart. Loves to plan, loves to brainstorm party ideas, loves to look forward to things.

Hope you're not as hot as we are here in Long Beach - it's going to be 99 this weekend! Look out beach, here we come.