Pippa talking about her chills.
Pippa: I want my bumps to come off!
After I ate a Reese's and the brown paper wrapper was left.
Pippa: You ate a brown muffin!
Watching her first intense storm
Pippa: It's like the lightning is taking pictures of us!
Lately Pippa likes to be the pretend mom and I am the pretend kid. I asked her to read me a book. She picked up "Oh my, Oh, my, Oh Dinosaurs!" by Sandra Boynton. She has this book memorized, but that is not the version she gave me.
Pippa: This book is "Dinosaur Playtime." (turns page) They are so so so happy. Then they are sad because they CHOMP their tongue. (turns page) Then they have to go to the hospital. The end.
The way Pippa signs reindeer is "rain" (like the sign for weather rain) followed by the sign for "deer." Adorable. We're getting a lot of that because of the Christmas season :) She still signs "snack" by pointing to her neck (her very first quote on the blog). I'm inclined to keep letting her sign it that way forever because it's just so cute and so her.
Pippa is into emotions and how people are feeling right this instant. Sometimes she'll ask me "Are you irritated?" (or frustrated or upset or sad or startled or any number of things) but most often she asks "Are you happy?" I am asked that question literally 20 times a day so even when I AM happy, hearing that question irritates me. I asked her not to ask me that question. So now she signs it to me - "You happy?" Clever girl, that one :)
For about a month Pippa wouldn't call T dad or daddy, just T. It didn't bother me, but it really bothered T. (Side note: reminding her of this in public is awkward - we were at the park and Pippa shouted "T help me" and I said, "Remember, you're supposed to call him Dad, not T." And it totally made it sound like T was the step-dad and we were trying to force Pippa to see him as Dad.) Anyway reminding her about this at home...
Me: Daddy doesn't like it when you call him T. You need to call him Dad or Daddy or Father.
Pippa: Ok. Daddy, don't call me Z-Bear, just Pippa and Friend.
(she has since repeated this exact sentiment several times. Makes me a bit sad she might not be about the Z-bear nickname anymore because I LOVE that nickname. Also, interesting that her second desired name / position is "friend.")
Roxy is crying
Pippa: It's ok Roxy, I'm right here. Here's a hug to help you feel better.
*Roxy pushes Pippa away and screams even more*
Me: I don't think she wants you to touch her right now.
Pippa: Roxy, I'm not touching you. I'm just hugging you.
Me talking to Roxy about where everyone in our family is: ... And Daddy went to work.
Pippa: Our beautiful man went to work.
Me: Should we make sugar cookies or blondies?
Pippa: Blondies. Because I'm a blondie, too!
Pippa licks her hand then presses it on Roxy's foot. She does this two more times.
Me: What are you doing?
Pippa: I'm pretending to be a bandaid.
Me: ...
The way Pippa signs reindeer is "rain" (like the sign for weather rain) followed by the sign for "deer." Adorable. We're getting a lot of that because of the Christmas season :) She still signs "snack" by pointing to her neck (her very first quote on the blog). I'm inclined to keep letting her sign it that way forever because it's just so cute and so her.
Pippa is into emotions and how people are feeling right this instant. Sometimes she'll ask me "Are you irritated?" (or frustrated or upset or sad or startled or any number of things) but most often she asks "Are you happy?" I am asked that question literally 20 times a day so even when I AM happy, hearing that question irritates me. I asked her not to ask me that question. So now she signs it to me - "You happy?" Clever girl, that one :)
For about a month Pippa wouldn't call T dad or daddy, just T. It didn't bother me, but it really bothered T. (Side note: reminding her of this in public is awkward - we were at the park and Pippa shouted "T help me" and I said, "Remember, you're supposed to call him Dad, not T." And it totally made it sound like T was the step-dad and we were trying to force Pippa to see him as Dad.) Anyway reminding her about this at home...
Me: Daddy doesn't like it when you call him T. You need to call him Dad or Daddy or Father.
Pippa: Ok. Daddy, don't call me Z-Bear, just Pippa and Friend.
(she has since repeated this exact sentiment several times. Makes me a bit sad she might not be about the Z-bear nickname anymore because I LOVE that nickname. Also, interesting that her second desired name / position is "friend.")
Roxy is crying
Pippa: It's ok Roxy, I'm right here. Here's a hug to help you feel better.
*Roxy pushes Pippa away and screams even more*
Me: I don't think she wants you to touch her right now.
Pippa: Roxy, I'm not touching you. I'm just hugging you.
Me talking to Roxy about where everyone in our family is: ... And Daddy went to work.
Pippa: Our beautiful man went to work.
Me: Should we make sugar cookies or blondies?
Pippa: Blondies. Because I'm a blondie, too!
Pippa licks her hand then presses it on Roxy's foot. She does this two more times.
Me: What are you doing?
Pippa: I'm pretending to be a bandaid.
Me: ...
Pippa: You be a princess and Roxy is a princess and Dad is a man princess!
At bedtime
Me: Do you want to tell me a story?
Pippa: Once upon a time there was a big girl named Mom... (long pause) ... And she said do you want to go to the restaurant and she said yes. They put on clothes and got in the car to go to restaurant. The end.
Pippa: Help me with my hat! How about I do it myself?
Talking to T
Pippa: I'm going to measure you. Are you big and a half?
While playing Candyland
Pippa: W purple!
(She meant double purple. She does this for every double color!)
While reading
Pippa: What's principal?
Me: He runs the school.
Pippa: I'm the principal!
Buckling up to go to church
Me: And how do we act at church?
Pippa: We're quiet. So the Holy Ghost can teach us.
And this one from breakfast this morning talking about what Christmas is about:
Pippa: And he was just a baby but he grew up to be a tall Jesus!

