LAURENISMS

Lauren's personality seems to keep getting bigger and bigger. I thought I would share some of her latest exploits (that word makes what is going to follow sound huge... it's probably not).

(Umm... she picks most of her own outfits now)

The Story of How We Gave the Starbucks Barista a Heart Attack

Picking Lauren up from daycare the other day while under the cloud of Lauren's terrible cold from last week (the girl loves to give), I decided that I couldn't make it all the way home without hitting up the Starbucks drive thru and getting myself a hot chocolate. Lauren lately has learned the words "hot chocolate" so she needed one as well or she might lose her mind repeating "Choc?! Choc?!" over and over again from the backseat. I went through and ordered the two drinks, paid and was handed the cups by the young barista. I did this while forgetting that Lauren had started watching Finding Nemo (her recent favourite). I was reminded and the barista found out and almost threw himself out of the window to look into the backseat when she screamed AS LOUD AS SHE POSSIBLY COULD! There's one scene, right near the beginning of the movie, when Nemo has just touched the "butt" aka boat and then the diver shows up to scoop him up. The fish kids all scream and so does my child. I'm used to it in the house (though when she did it while I was cutting her toe nails the other day, I thought I had accidentally cut one of her toes off with the baby safety clippers which would be incredibly impressive), but in public, I should probably make sure that we have fast forwarded past that scene so I don't need to try to peel people down off of the exterior of our car.

The Story of Bedtime with Lauren and her Nose

This last cold that Lauren had introduced her to her nose and the possibility that she can pick it. Ugh. We are trying to discourage it but she seems pretty keen on it. I was putting her down for sleep, we had read her books, prayed, turned off the lights and were having a two minute cuddle before I would put her down in her crib. Usually she spends that time sucking her two fingers and playing with my ear with her free hand. This night she wasn't touching my ear but I could feel her playing with something. I looked down and, in the dim light, saw that she had her playing finger rammed up her nose. Our ensuing conversation went like this:

A: Lauren, stop picking your nose.
L: (Waving now) Hi!
A: No, stop picking your nose.
L: (Still waving) Hi!
A: Not hi. No nose picking.
L: (Lots of waving) Hi! Hi!
A: (Resigned) Hi Lauren.
L: (Stops picking nose) Hi.

The Story of How Lauren Got Tired in the Grocery Store

Enough said.

And some more images to explain our life lately...

She has learned how to climb in here by herself. It freaks me out. She rocks side to side like she's in a ride.

Loves it!

This is why we go through tape like it is going out of style in this house.

Lauren loves to be a kitchen helper... but turning the mixer on high speed with flour in it is not helpful. Uh oh!

And Lauren has figured out how to undress herself. I stopped her before the diaper came off but I can tell, I'm going to have to keep a pretty close eye on her!

The Story of Lauren's Sorry

I think my favourite word to hear from Lauren is sorry. Not because I always want her to be sorry, but the way she says it is just so cute. I might learn not to like it quite so much though. The other night I was cleaning up in the kitchen and she was in the living room watching, you guessed it, Finding Nemo. Suddenly she was in the kitchen saying, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry..." on repeat. I told her, "It's okay. There's nothing to be sorry about." But I wondered. She kept saying it back in the living room so I headed in. She had taken her milk mug off of the dinner table and brought it into the living room on the ottoman. However, she had essentially exploded the mug during placement and milk was everywhere. There wasn't even that much in the mug but apparently the mug was of Biblical proportions and there was more and more than should have been possible. The sorrys continued. I told her it was no problem and I went to get some water and towels to wipe it up. When I knelt down, listening to "Sorry" the whole time, she got down beside me with one of her little towels and started to wipe the carpet as well. No problem, little one. No problem.