- Mary Ellen is in the midst of her language boom. She is talking up a storm and often surprises me with what she says. I can understand most of what she says, too, and what I can't understand, Hattie can usually translate. Her all time favorite phrase at the moment is: I want different kind. She says this ALOT. Like when you put a dress on her, and she doesn't like it: I want different kind. Or you give her cereal for breakfast when she really had a hankerin' for a waffle: I want different kind. Or, even though you plan on staying home all day, because getting out with 3 kids is still mostly undoable, she insists on putting shoes on. You finally comply and put shoes on her feet. She lets you get them all on and buckled or zipped up. You start to get up off the floor with your aching back and have a sense of mission complete. Then, and only when you are fully up, she whines, I want different kind. It's true, she has a mind of her own........... and she likes to play with mine occasionally.
- She spent the entire month of December saying No likey Santa. Before Christmas, we took the girls to have breakfast with Santa one morning. And for Mary Ellen it was hate at first sight. She wouldn't sit with him or talk to him. She wouldn't look at him unless she was in the comfort of her daddy's arms.
Man, I look tired in that picture. I had a four week old, so I'm pretty sure I was. Don't much remember. The months of November and December are one big blur.
So after that day, any time Mary Ellen sees a man with a white beard, she freaks out and screams, No likey Santa! I'm kinda glad Christmas is over for this reason. Any other time of the year, white bearded men don't really cross our paths, thank goodness. I know this is a common issue with two year olds. Hopefully by next year she'll connect the dots between Santa and presents. Surely by the time she's four, her pretty blue eyes will quickly turn to greedy green when she sees the white bearded man. I guess I have a sort of love/hate relationship with the guy, too.