Communication Breakdown

Julie had a checkup at rhe doctor last week.

There are basically two things that make Hannah nervous: doctor visits and the thought of her mama leaving her for even five seconds.

So as I'm sure you can imagine, she was a nervous wreck all day.

Well right before Julie was going to leave for the visit, she sent Hannah and me to Taco Bell because she was craving a taco.

What transpired was 20 minutes of incessant babbling about the doctor (including whether or not Hannah would be accompanying her mama), highlighted by this exchange:

(Before we left)

Hannah: I go to doctor with you mama?

Julie: No, you're going to stay here with daddy.

(Once we left)

Hannah: Mama goes to the hospital?

Me: No, she's just going to the doctor's office for a checkup.

Hannah: They pull Libby out of her belly?

Me: No, Libby's already out of her belly. They're just checking to make sure mama's OK.

Hannah: I go to doctor with her?

Me: No, you're staying with me.

Hannah: We bring Taco Bell to the doctor?

Me: No, we're taking it home.

Hannah: There's a baby in mama's belly?

(This conversation basically repeated itself over and over the entire drive)

I guess you can interpret it that way

We got a White Christmas this year. It suddenly snowed last night and left a nice little dusting.

Hannah and I played in it and had a good time last night and this morning, and then this afternoon drove around to see more of it.

There were still some sporadic flurries here and there as we were driving, until one point when it stopped. Hannah didn't like that.

Well we drove back into some, and here's what she had to say:

"YAY IT'S SPITTING OUT SNOW AGAIN!"

Precious, Based on the Novel Push by Sapphire

Libby gets a bit worn out by her carseat

Felonious

Hannah and I went to Walmart yesterday, and once we finally had all of our stuff she was ready to go home.

Hannah: I wanna go home and see Mama now.

Me: We have to pay for our stuff first.

Hannah: I don't pay for stuff.

Me: In a capitalistic society you exchange something of value for goods and services.

Hannah: I don't.

Me: They'll take us to jail if we don't pay for our stuff.

Hannah (long pause, then very nervously): I go to jail?

Me: Well, you won't. But I will.

Hannah: That's OK.

Sounds tasty

Hannah was playing on the floor this morning when she suddenly started pretending to be baby Jesus.

At the same time, Libby rolled over (at just a month!) so I left the room to brag on Facebook.

Suddenly, Julie yelled for me to come back in Libby's room.

I found Hannah still on the floor, but with a pink blanket wrapped around her a bit like a burrito.

Julie: Tell daddy what you are, Hannah.

Hannah: I'm a baby Jesus hot dog.

Unwanted advances

Me: What'd you do at school today?

Hannah: I kissed Hope.

Me: You did?

Hannah: Uh huh. Her wiped it off.

Me: She wiped it off?

Hannah: Uh huh and I kissed her again.

Me: What?

Hannah: And her wipe it off again.

Me: Oh no.

Hannah: And I kissed her again and her wipe it off again.

Later, while trying to get the story straight:

Me: You kissed Hope?

Hannah: Uh huh. Her didn't like it.

Had a bad day ...

Hannah has a thing lately where any time we go somewhere or do something fun she'll say "I had a great day."

Well, Monday wasn't such a great day. Hannah and I were headed to school in Julie's car, when it blew a tire on the interstate.

I was thinking I was going to have to get it towed, so I called a towing service. The guy wound up coming and changing the tire, so at least I didn't have to do that.

Well the whole time we were waiting Hannah sat in her carseat and watched the Rugrats on Netflix on my iPhone. She would keep asking if we weren't stuck anymore.

Finally, everything was finished, and we were getting back on the interstate. I was thinking of logistical things, so I wasn't really paying attention to her.

Hannah: You had a great day daddy?

Me: Uh huh.

She then kept repeating it, or so I thought, and I kept saying "Uh huh" when suddenly she screamed:

"ASK ME IF I HAD A GREAT DAY DADDY!"

Me: Did you have a great day Hannah?

Hannah (in a singsong voice): Noooooot yeeeeeeeet

At least she admits it

Me: You are a huge drama queen, you know that?

Hannah: Uh huh.

Going meta

Me: I'm about to write about you on the internet.

Hannah: Don't do that!

Not possible

Hannah: Libby needs to get back in your belly for just a minute, mama.

Hmm

I woke up to Hannah shouting:

"I DREW A PICTURE OF YOU DADDY!"

This is it:

There are stores for basically everything these days

Hannah: I like your cheeks mama. What's on them?

Julie: Those are freckles, Hannah.

Hannah: I like your freckles. Where'd you get them, the freckle store?

All-Star

Some highlights from my and Hannah's trip to the Super 6 this morning.

1. On the way to the game, I played "All I Do Is Win" for Hannah on my iPhone. After it was over, this was her response:

"I don't like that song"

2. 15 minutes before the game.

"Have they scored a touchdown yet?"

3. After seeing a boy who was probably about 8 years old running around, Hannah started following.

Me: Come back this way Hannah.

Hannah: But I wanna see the boy.

Me: Come see me over here.

Hannah: But I don't wanna see you I don't like you I wanna see the boy.

4. While leaving the stadium.

"I like your school daddy."

Not sure what was happening here ...

But it's pretty cute.

Girl about town

Me: You wanna do something fun tomorrow Hannah?

Hannah: No, I'm too busy right now.

Disciplinarian

Last week I was changing one of Libby's diapers (which was quite ripe) while Hannah watched.

Me: Whew, that stinks Libby. Your diapers aren't supposed to stink yet!

Hannah: DON'T DO THAT LIBBY YOU CAN'T MAKE STINKY DIAPER YOU GET IN BIG TROUBLE!