Ellen-isms

These have been accumulating!

Ellen was horsing around in the bathroom and I was lecturing her on the importance of good listening, especially after Baby Sister arrived.
"Mom ... I want to tell you something."
What?
"Sorry"
"Also, I really want to tell you something .... what flavor of toothpaste is this? Because it is not like normal traveling toothpaste" (what we call mini-toothpastes)

Ellen went to the KU homecoming tailgate with Grammy and Papa and her cousins. I asked her what they did in the car on the way to Lawrence ...
"We played a new game!"
Oh yeah ?
"Rock, papercut, scissors"
(Update: Ellen likes to play this game in the car. Now that it's dark at night she just hollers at me in the front seat -  what do you have? Rock? Paper? Scissors? She is very trusting.)

Another fun car game: "I'm Thinking of An Animal ..."
She is actually quite good at this game - gives 3 clues and lets us guess, or listens carefully to our clues and guesses very well. However, the other night this was part of our game:
Ellen: I'm thinking of an animal .. .it lives in the jungle, eats grass and has a tail.
I guessed a lion? a zebra? a leopard?
No, Mom - a dolphin!
Then Erik gave clues ... I'm thinking of an animal that lives by the water, is pink and stands on one leg.
Ellen: A pirate?

Ellen was mostly concerned with my stitches/staples from the c-section when she came to visit in the hospital. She wanted to be sure they were gone when I came home and she pestered me incessantly to see them. I showed her the staples in the hospital, which she was mildly impressed with. I told her that I came home with only tape - like lots of band aids. She asked to see it and she said, "Looks good. It looked like zombie blood in the hospital, I'm not gonna lie"

The other day I was nursing Georgia while Ellen was playing doctor. This consists of her wearing her new Doctor jacket (so cute!), climbing all over me and Georgia and doing lots of tests on me / us. (Aaaah, so this is motherhood). Her diagnosis? Hepatitis and a polar bear in my ear.

Same day we were watching NFL football (clarification: not WE, but ERIK). Lots of inappropriate commercials on there mid-day in case you were wondering. The GoDaddy commercial aired of a woman waxing a man's back hair. Ellen looked at me, very seriously, and said - "Mom. What is that lady doing to him?" What followed was a lengthy conversation, re-visited several times, on who exactly has hair on their back and why they rip it off. Good times.

And a re-post from Facebook: I was playing Go Fish with Ellen the other day for the first time. We had all our cards laid out in front of us so she could see how to play. I was trying to teach her a little strategy and I took all her 2's. Without missing a beat she exclaimed, "You are a complete criminal!"

Again while I was nursing Georgia, Ellen proceeded to have a long conversation with me about death (I'm a captive audience, I guess). She said, "You'll definitely be dead at 100". I told her that yes, this was probably true, but that my great grandmother lived to be 109, so maybe not. "Oh! So she's the mummy at the museum then?"

Ellen came home with her hair up, looking very nice. (Nicer than the hot mess bed head she had when she left for school). Ellen! What's that in your hair?
"A bobcat"
(aka bobby pin)

Ellen cozy-ed up with Georgia to give her a kiss, then hollered out: "I told you she was from China! She smells like Chinese food!"
(what the ?????)

Ellen has a great vocabulary and is generally very easy to understand. There are a few words, though, that she has morphed into her own. I love to hear her say them and don't correct her ... someday she'll learn, but for now - too cute.
remote = "keymote"
library = "lie-buried"
whisk = "whisk-is"