Yep. If Mills was a rapper, that would be her name. Let the evidence speak for itself...
And YES. That is HER little hand pulling her "baby plant" out of it's container. Every afternoon that we are home, we go outside and check on her "baby plants" that we planted a month ago. We started out with sunflowers, oregano, basil, and something else that is long gone, but the sunflowers (above) are the only remaining babies. We look at them, and talk to them, and kiss them and say, "Grow, baby, grow!" We give them a drink of water, and then put them back in their little plant corner with all of their friends so they can commiserate about the Texas heat, the mosquitoes, and our dog Noopsy.
After about five minutes of playing post-plant-routine, I usually find Mills in the above position...standing over her baby plants, yanking one out from its family home. So sad. She has no idea that she is basically slaughtering it. I try to pull out my best parenting tricks to ensure we don't have a Michael Vick protege on our hands, but then give up.
I guess at 22 months (almost), there is a fine line between getting it and NOT getting it. Just thought I would document the things we find adorably insane about Millie's grasp on this world...here goes!
A recent favorite is the "Yeah, okay"/"No, okay" conundrum. Apparently, sometimes they mean the same thing. I can handle the "yeah, okay", 'cause she just sounds cute when she says it, but to ask a child a question and have her respond with , "No, okay," can drive you a little batty. We have finally gotten to the point where NO really does mean NO, and the OKAY is just for decoration, but means nothing. Oh, the confusion!
Another cute saying is, "No, uh-uh, I'm fine." I mean, WHAT 2 YEAR OLD says, "I'm FINE"???? Hilarious.
She is positively obsessed with our dog Noopsy. The leash. The harness. The treats. The food. Toys. Blanket. Ob. Sessed. She wants to walk him day in and day out and if we let her he would be the next Lance Armstrong. Fit as a fiddle. At LEAST 27 times a day, we hear, "Leash walk Noopsy hold tight side" or "Noo-hee (her nickname for him when she's in a hurry) kiss hands/feet/fingers/shoes/head/toe" or "C'mon, Noops" or even "Bye-bye, Noopsy...love you!"
Any song sung in unison is "Happy Birthday" and she is celebratin'.
Bathing suit is pronounced BAY SOUP and if there is water nearby, beware because she will all but poke your eyes out to get in it. WATER. BUG. FOR SURE.
It SLAYS me when she says, "Sorry!" when she bumps into inanimate objects.
Her favorite indoor activity is reading. Books are everywhere in our house, and she is constantly asking to read a "new one" or "different one". Currently, we (meaning she, because Bobby & I are about to throw it out of the window) are loving Mrs. Wishy-Washy's Farm and she seriously knows half the words. Yikes. She's almost as smart as me.
When she burps or the other, she says, "Mickey," instead of "Excuse Me". Not sure why, but she does.
She calls potatoes "mee-hoes", though I think she picked this up from Noopsy who is an Irish pimp, apparently.
And HOW oh HOW can I forget her favorite food??? MOCKWIE! (Otherwise known as guacamole!)
Homegirl loves her some Hannah Montana and she knows just the right moments in the theme song to say "C'MON!" and "Rock out the show!" She dances and laughs like a little maniac whenever that show comes on (which is often because summer TV sucks).
When Mills wants to be held, she looks up and says, "Mommy, hold you?" Love it. I will hold her till she is my same body weight as long as she asks like that!
She is still WAY into accessories, and can often be found in our gameroom, dancing in front of her dress-up vanity looking like a little bag lady with 48 different bows in her short Mia Farrow hair.
Though we are struggling with the on and off of potty training (totally led by her hiney---I mean her highness, Princess Millie) and my personal favorite (grrrrr)---throwing things, she does have one little gem in her bag that can make ANYONE melt at the drop of a hat...
She curls her top lip up to her nose and says, "Sssssss. Ssssssnnnn. Sssschnuggle? Mommy schnuggle?"
Though I may be one of the busier humans on this planet, I will gladly stop ANYTHING when I hear those words. Mills, I will SCHNUGGLE YOU till the cows come home, my sweet baby girl!
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