happy new year! i figured there is no better way to kick off 2015 on this blog than with a few of the fantastic things eleanor and samson have been saying lately. (i’ve shared several eleanorisms here before, but at 2 1/2, samson has been cracking us up lately as well.) i just can’t get enough to these two right now (except around 5pm everyday, which is the most cursed hour around this place.) but there is never a dull moment around here and i’m constantly jotting down several silly things they say throughout the day to look back on and share with them someday. a few of my current favorites below….
while screwing a pretend screw into the wall with a toy screwdriver, eleanor says to herself, “i’m going to screw this up.”
“samson, when you have to go potty, you run really fast to the bathroom. or just follow me next time. i’ve figured it out.”
while i was still pregnant with conrad a few weeks ago, “mama, do you like ketchup?” (she knows i hate ketchup, but she still pushes it on me all the time.) me: “nope, not really.” eleanor: “well, maybe you should eat it anyway because did you know it has tomatoes in it? tomatoes would be good for the baby.”
while listening to taylor swift’s new song, welcome to new york with me, she frantically states “but the lights DO blind me! they DO blind me!”
while at the kitchen table together eating ice cream, eleanor announces, “i have to go potty!” she gets off her chair and begins running to the bathroom, then runs back towards the table to add, “mama, make sure my ice cream doesn’t melt!”
talking very quickly into my iPhone without taking a breath the other day, “siri, do you remember me? my name is eleanor. do you think my voice is beautiful? elllleaaaaaanoooorrr. it starts with an E. like elephant. your name siri is like syrup.”
“i do it my OWN self.” — samson, all day everyday.
after samson goes into the bathroom and locks the bathroom door and doesn’t let us inside, eleanor says while knocking, “samson, why did you do that?” samson: “because i do that!” eleanor: “yeah, but why?” samson: “because this is what i do! i samson rex davis, ah-wight?”
samson hands me a little round and flat piece of play-doh (pretending it is food he made for me). “be careful mama, it is hot!” me: “mmm, it looks delicious. what is it?” samson: “umm, i don’t know. maybe a cowboy cookie?” me: what is a cowboy cookie?” samson: “i don’t know. it has chocolate chips in it though.”
“mama, eleanor and i fight because eleanor and i are fwwwwwuuuuuustrated.”
while holding baby conrad with me, he whispers to himself, “such a tiny boy.”
more eleanorisms HERE. photo strips from a day in november when we were at bubby’s and they decided they wanted their OWN photobooth pictures, not ones together. ;)