How abstract

Julie (after noticing Hannah was drawing something on her Magna-Doodle): Oh my you're such an artist.

Hannah: I'm not an artist I'm just painting.

Dem Bones Dem Bones Dem Dry Bones ...

Hannah and I were sitting on the couch watching Dora the Explorer this morning, when I decided to grab and tickle her, something she usually enjoys.

Not today.

"NO. DON'T TOUCH MY BONES!"

"THAT'S MY BONES!"

"And I'm humble too"

Hannah and her mom spent a few days with her Granny and Grandpa this weekend.

When she went to bed Friday night, as Mama and Granny tucked her in, here's what she had to say:

"Everybody loves me."

"I make people happy."

More random excitement

I don't do a very good job with our yard. Anyone who knows me would not be surprised by this.

Well today while Hannah and I were walking to my car to take her to school, Hannah just started running around in circles in the yard when she suddenly saw a weed (apparently a butterweed, at least from what I can gather from this).

Immediately she shouted "LOOK A FLOWER I GIVE TO MISS APRIL" (her assistant teacher at preschool).

During the entire drive to school, when she usually babbles incessantly about whatever she's thinking about or worries whether her mom will actually come back to pick her up (she's a worrier), she was mostly quiet as she looked at her "flower."

Well we got to school, and immediately after opening the door into the common area, she saw April across the room, and, unable to contain her excitement, screamed:

"I GOT A FLOWER FOR YOU"

She then waltzed straight up to April and gave her the "flower," and I'm not sure I've seen her that pleased with herself since she first time she pooped in the potty.

Inside Voices

Hannah occasionally has trouble containing her excitement when she sees something that interests her.

Yesterday, Julie took her to Taco Bell, where she saw a man in a cowboy hat and boots, and then proceeded to loudly proclaim:

"LOOK MAMA IT'S A COWBOY!"

Oh, boy

Julie (after Hannah pitched a fit): That is not how you should talk to your mama.

Hannah: You're not mama, you're Julie.

Not yet ...

Julie (on seeing a wedding invitation in our mailbox): I wonder whose wedding this is.

Hannah: I wanna have a wedding

"I make funny faces"

"I'm a funny girl"

Boy, you're gonna carry that weight ...

Hannah has been doing her usual morning routine, writhing around on the floor and turning inanimate objects into cartoon characters.

Just now she found a dumbbell on the floor, and immediately decided it was Boots from Dora the Explorer.

Here's how it all transpired.

"This is Boots."

"Boots is heavy."

(after smacking herself in the face with the dumbbell) "Ouch, Boots hurt me."

Oh, that's all?

Hannah snuck into her room while I wasn't looking earlier this morning. When I finally realized she wasn't with me, I suddenly heard some whimpering.

I called out "Hannah, what's wrong?" She ran out of the bedroom smiling, saying, "I'm the mermaid."

Then, she said "I'm just crying." And skipped away.

She's quite the drama queen.

"Everything looks good"

Julie, Hannah and I went to the doctor today to get an ultrasound for Libby (Due Nov. 22). Hannah watched intently as the ultrasound technician worked Julie over, typed on the computer and showed us the images.

This afternoon, Julie gchatted me to tell me Hannah was giving her an ultrasound, using a few blocks stuck together to rub on her belly, pretending to type on the computer.

When she was done, Hannah simply said "Everything looks good." (the same thing the ultrasound tech said)

Hannah has developed an extremely vibrant imagination over the last year or so. She says and does things that can be both maddening and quite funny. I'll be using this blog to talk about those things. At some point in the not too distant future, the blog will include things Libby says, too.

I'll post some facebook status updates I've made of Hannah sayings soon.