every once in awhile i stop to take stock of the ever expanding expressions that ella has gained. she’ll be three in march, so she’s been around long enough to have developed some interesting ways to turn a phrase. here is just a small collection of my favorites and some helpful contextual information.

going “poopy in the potty” is a big deal in my house. ella’s potty training has taught her to celebrate each and every poopy as a special moment. the other day she was standing over her latest accomplishment and yelled, “it’s a mommy poopy and a baby poopy!” because one was big and one was small. awwwww.

she’s into dinosaurs and princesses. i asked her if she was a princess and she said yes. then she thought for a second, “no, mama. i’m a t-rex. rooooar!”

randomly, if we’re at a store, just the two of us, she’ll yell out, “mama, is that my daddy?” pointing to whatever male just happens to be standing within listening range. “um, no honey. the test came back negative.”

or my other personal favorite: i was standing five feet from her and she whined, “no mama, that hurts!” thankfully, the other person near us saw that i wasn’t beating my child in public. i only do that in private, silly.

my brother and sister-in-law bought ella spider man pyjamas and and a blanket this summer. so now she says, “i’m spider man. i’m a superhero” and insists tony fly her around her room. it’s very cute.

when she wants you to turn off the light when it’s bed time:  “turn on the light off, dada!”

if i can remember any more i’ll add them later.

i had to take ella to the doctor today because i thought she might have an ear infection. usually the doctor’s office is not a place ella is interested in visiting. we got into the waiting room and read some books–no big deal.

once our names were called, we moseyed back to the exam room.

“i want a cookie. i want a cookie,” ella whined as we moseyed.

the one thing she usually remembers is getting stripped down for a bunch of strangers that poke with cold metal stethoscope and suffering the sting of immunization shots. i guess her food memory was stronger today, thankfully.

our visit was short and sweet. there was only minimal crying and the doctor managed to use a bit more finesse than our regular guy. as we were saying our goodbyes, ella asked, “where’s my cookie?”

we made a bee-line for an assisstant opening a fresh sleeve of cookies. they still had that new cookie smell.

“this one’s got your name all over it,” assured the lady, also throwing in a care bear sticker as a good will offering. it worked like a charm.

she clutched her cookie and sticker as i put her in her car seat.

“that’s my name!” she squealled as she looked at the words on her cookie.

ahh, the simple joys of life : )