Katie-isms

Well, I've finally got a Katie-ism that tops "Dada clean it poo-poo rug!" Oh, I haven't told you about that? Well, that's probably because it's kind of hard to explain without really grossing everyone out. It was several months ago, shortly after we'd bought the Little Green Steam Cleaner. Suffice it to say there was a small "accident" on the rug, and that Dada had the unenviable task of taking care of it. The worst part, I believe, was having to hear about it several times a day for the next few months. Sometimes it would be the first thing out of Katie's mouth in the morning. Or the last thing she'd say at night. We'd hear through the baby monitor: "Good night, sidewalk! Good night, gardeners! Good night, garbage men! Dada clean it poo-poo rug!" It got to the point where Anthony would tell her, laughing, "You know, Dada can do other things besides cleaning the poo-poo rug!"

I've actually been meaning to blog about Katie's little phrases and sayings for some time now. It's because I'm lazy and have STILL not started Katie's baby book. In all honesty, I haven't even purchased said baby book. I'm basically going to print this blog one day, stuff it in a folder, and call it a day. So that's why I occasionally bore you all silly with cute stuff Katie's doing.

Lately I've noticed that Katie has stopped saying some of her cute baby versions of words. She no longer says "acrobat" when she means "apricot." She's figured out the difference between "checkup" and "ketchup." (We had a good run with that one, after she got a doctor's kit for Christmas.) She's figured out how to say "Oski Bear" properly. (We had a lot of fun with "Oxy Bear Ketchup," as Oski is one of her favorite patients.) She no longer calls an "escalator" a "calculator." (That was one of my favorites.)

Anyway - Katie calls 'em like she sees 'em. And now that she's starting to string more and more words together, things are getting pretty interesting. Today, as I was putting her in a shopping cart seat, she announced to the world that "Mama pee-pee in-a da cup! Give it da nurse!" OMG. Yes, Katie has come with me for nearly all of my prenatal checkups. They really only do five things: check weight, blood pressure (which, in my opinion, they should check BEFORE I see the number on the scale), a urine test, measure my belly, and listen to the baby's heartbeat. Katie watches everything with those big brown eyes that miss nothing. And then she talks about all of it, to anyone who will listen. And how can I argue with her? What she says is dead accurate - I *did* pee in a cup and give it to the nurse! LOL!!!!

Oh, one last Katie-ism. This one is from last summer. Around the time of the London Olympics, Katie started to get really interested in flags. A neighbor of ours hung up a huge Union Flag in honor of the Olympics, and Katie was obsessed with running over there and looking at it. Flags were suddenly everywhere. She's still absolutely enamored of them. One of her favorite topics of dinner conversation is to name all the flags she likes: "Big flag! Little flag! Bear flag! American flag! 49ers flag! Ca-for-nia flag!" (I haven't the heart to tell her that the California flag and the Bear flag are one and the same.)

But anyway, last summer, her pronunciation of the word "flag" was a bit less clear than it is now. One day we were in the checkout line at Trader Joe's. (I know, when are we NOT at Trader Joe's?) They had a huge American flag hanging at the end of the frozen food aisle. Katie had pointed it out whenever we walked past it. As we moved closer to the register, she suddenly got a good view of it again, pointed, and shouted "FAG!!!" as loudly as she could. The woman standing directly between Katie and her beloved flag looked utterly shocked. I blushed to the roots of my hair and said loudly, "Oh, yes, sweetie, a big American FLAG!!!!" And then I bought our items and ducked out of there as fast as I could.

Oh, Katie, what other fun things do you have in store for us? I truly, truly can't wait. You are so much fun!!!