“eleanor, do you want eggs?” … silence. “eleanor?” “….please call me doctor davis.”
papa: “isn’t mama hot?” eleanor: “no. she’s not hot. she’s warm.”
while looking around her room one morning, she whispered quietly, “there’s so much to explore.”
“mama, i know that i look like eleanor right now, but i’m not. i’m a panda bear.”
eleanor and samson’s 1 year old friend was over for a playdate. when i tried to explain that her friend didn’t have enough teeth to eat the granola bar she was trying to feed her, eleanor said, “well mama, you gotta call the baby’s mama and tell her to go get her teeth and bring them over here.”
“hey samson! come in here, its’ a party! but not really cause this is the bathroom.”
i just can’t get enough of this age! i want to squeeze her and kiss her and hold her tight so many times each day! she is such a ham. and she knows it. i love our little chats and talks. so thankful for this little girl. more eleanorisms here.