It's a bird...it's a plane...it's...what?

We already knew Breanna loved to see airplanes.  I mean loved, loved, loved!!  

Last week a big weird helicopter flew over our house 3 days in a row.  Actually, one of the days there were two matching helicopters that went over together.  So we're pretty obsessed with helicopters now.  Shane even pulled out a couple pics of a big group of helicopters that he took (he took the pics, not the helicopters) when he went to the race last year.

But the best part of this obsession is the way Breanna says the word helicopter.  I need to audio record it to preserve it for posterity before it improves too much.  :-)  I will spell it phonetically and you'll just have to imagine the most beautiful little girl with the sweetest little voice saying it:

hopdotder

Say it out loud a few times and hopefully you can appreciate the cuteness of it.  :-)

Oh, and while we're discussing her cute words, my other latest favorite one is for what is aka "Grammy's cookies," which is what she finally had to say since we had the worst time translating what came out as "more-coons."  We thought she had learned about raccoons somewhere and she got so frustrated trying to tell us she wanted one of Grammy's macaroon cookies that she left here.  So it's still more-coons, but now at least I know what it is!!  :-)

What about the bacon?

Over the last few months, when Breanna is upset about Daddy going to work, he has told her that he doesn't want to go to work, that he'd rather stay home and play with her, but that he has to go bring home the bacon.  

A few weeks ago, she asked for Daddy when she got up and then quickly answered herself, saying, "Daddy went away."  I said, "Where did Daddy go?" and she said, "Daddy take a bacon a work."

Then this afternoon, we were talking about Daddy again, and I asked if she remembered why Daddy was at work, and she said, "The bacon."

I about fell off my chair laughing and had to call Shane and tell him.

Aah, my sweet, smart Breanna.

Mommy impressions

Tonight, in the quest for a lost book, which could possibly have been under the coffee table (but wasn't), I bent over, while on my hands and knees, to look underneath it.  As I looked, I realized I'm still congested enough that suddenly intense pressure caused serious pain all around my head and I had to get upright.  As I did so, I groaned and put my hands on my head.  I thought that was the end of it.

About a minute later, Breanna, while also looking for the missing book, got literally nose-down on the carpet (not looking under the table, because maybe she didn't realize that's what I had been doing), and then got up.  First she put her hands on her cheeks and moaned, and then moved them to her head and continued moaning and groaning.  This was one of those moments we would pay a ton to have gotten on tape - we're talking Funniest Home Videos here.

So anyway, we realized this is a sign of how much she's going to start mimicking our behavior, so we've got to be on our toes!!  (Not literally, of course!)

New Latin

Now we're not just relating to the Latin words, we're mutating them.  

Today over the leftovers from yesterday, "Yook.  Cheesy shellsis deo.  Gwo-o-o-0-ria."

To Avoid Bedtime

Generally, Breanna is pretty great about bedtime and naptime.  But over these last few days, while Shane has taken a few days off work, just so he doesn't waste vacation time he'd otherwise lose, we've been staying up late and sleeping in.  So now she's all messed up.

So tonight, after yelling about bedtime, and then talking for about an hour, she finally started the really upset cry.  So I went in to check on her and she said, "Poop on the potty."  Not wanting to doubt that maybe she really needed to go, we quietly and in dim light went to the potty.  She did immediately go, but said she needed to go more.  Then for several minutes I listened to the rundown of all the interesting things in the bathroom.  For instance, I heard, "Mommy's hair all wet.  Beautiful hair, Mommy."  "Hey, yook, ducky."  "Hey, yook, Bweanna's letters over dere."  "Hey, yook, Bweanna's cups." And so on, and so on.  I finally put her, screaming, back to bed after there was no potty result.

Then Shane went in a few minutes later to try to calm her down, and suddenly the earth-shattering cry stopped and transformed into, "Yook, Noah's Ark over dere [followed by naming many of the animals on said Noah's Ark]."  "Hey, yook, a tissue."  "Read a Wocket in a Pocket."  And so on, and so on.  Finally he left her, screaming, in bed.  Then finally, the screaming stopped.  Boy, do we have to get back on schedule!!!

Is that Latin?

During the Christmas season, Breanna learned quite a few Christmas songs, and it is a joy to hear her sing them, usually getting most of the words right!

Tonight at dinner, which was shells and cheese, hot dogs and green beans (yes, extremely healthy, I know), she put her thumb in a shell and said, "Look, Mom, a shell."  This was followed by, "in excelsis deo," several times and then we sang the whole chorus of Angels We Have Heard on High several more times.  

It's amazing how her mind relates things - not too much unlike the bizarre ways her mommy's mind works sometimes, too!