Funny Girl

"My silly face"

 Not like the Barbara Streisand kind of funny girl . . . well, she does like to sing.

A few goofy stories about the way things are around here right now. Our big girl Catherine has developed quite a sense of humor. One of her favorite expressions lately is, "Oh, that's funny!" Sometimes she uses it in appropriate context, other times, not so much. But then, it's funny to us when she uses it wrong.

"My goldfish face"

Catherine's favorite pastime these days is singing. Her singing voice has one volume. It's very loud. When I'm lucky, I get a medley of all Catherine's favorite songs. If you're happy and you know it, Jesus loves me, Frosty, Jingle Bells, the Itsy Bitsy Spider, and the Grand Finale the ABC's. Now, I think she can carry a tune fairly well for a two-year-old. But still, much of the melody is lost in single note repetition. Did I mention it's really loud? It's one thing in the car, but she's also taken to doing it in public. Hobby Lobby, the grocery store, even Home Depot last week. "Mommy, I said touch your nose!!" I guess I just must not be happy. Or maybe I don't know it. No, my finger does usually end up on my nose.

"My tongue face"

 So one of the things she's been saying lately is, "____ made a mess!" I guess she hears that a lot. We've had a really rough month around here. We've had six ear infections, two colds for each girl, and a round of RSV for Caroline that seems to linger on and on. Unfortunately, when Caroline gets congested and then cries, she tends to vomit. That's been happening way too much this month. So that is so unpleasant, but each time she does, it is met with Catherine exclaiming, "Ca-wo-wine made a mess, Mommy!" She also said "I made a mess," when she dropped a large pyrex bowl, which shattered into a thousand pieces on the kitchen floor last week. Don't you love understatement?

Other funnies:
When Caroline is crying, she often says, "Mommy, she's just falling apart." Or she'll repeat other expressions we've used. "She needs a nap!" She regularly refers to Flash as "Buddy." As in, "Don't eat my food, Buddy."
She feels compelled to name the color of each article of clothing you are wearing. Also to point it out if anything is different about your wardrobe. "Gasses, Mommy!! Mommy is wearing gasses!" (Glasses, of course.) 

Her baby dolls are named "Alabama" and "Julie." The family of stuffed animals that live in her bed are Tigee (he's the baby, she says), Lamb (the big brother), Pink Monkey (the mommy), and Brown ("bown") Monkey, the daddy. They have all sorts of adventures. Most of which involve using the potty, putting the babies down for napses (her expression), kissing boo boos, and making lunch.

Catherine is cutting her two-year molars. It's a whole different game when they cut teeth after they have gained the ability to communicate. Yesterday, she said her mouth hurt. And could I please kiss the inside of her mouth. In the back. Please? Please?

And this "silly face?" I looked up from feeding Caroline lunch today. And this is what I saw. Catherine, why aren't you eating? Because this is my silly face. Readers, was it one of you who taught her this? I'm pretty sure I didn't. Or the goldfish face.

"My silly face again"