Things I never thought I'd say

1. That's enough broccoli.

2. Please take the marker out of your nose.

3. Please put your poop down.

A gross and a funny

Esther is potty training right now. She just started with the 2-year-old class and thinks all those kids are super cool, so she wants to use the potty just like they do. The other night Esther was in the tub when she realized she had to "pee pee potty," so I ran over and grabbed her and stuck her on the potty, not quite realizing she had already started peeing en route. Luckily she didn't get me, but I had to wash the bathroom rug.

And the funny: Esther's vocabulary is expanding rapidly at this point and it's pretty hilarious to see which terms from that vocabulary she applies to a given situation.  The other day we were at Grandma and Grandpa's house, and E was snuggling with Grandpa. She reached up to stroke his chin, felt his two-day stubble, looked up at him and said, "Mess!"

Another Grossness

E loves her some chapstick. She is fascinated watching me put it on and she calls it Mou. As in, mouth.
She found a stick the other day and got the cap off (darn it! When did she learn how to do that!?!) and started smearing all over her face. And her lips. And her tongue. Then, "Mommy, mou?" And I let her. And it was gross.

Grossness update

Last night, I was putting lotion (called, "shoshi") on her. Her eczema is pretty bad right now, so her lotion is a big tub of glorified Vaseline. She likes to dippy dip her fingers in the tub and rub it on her hands, belly, in her hair...
Well, last night she pulled out a big ole glob of it and stuck it straight in her mouth.  Gross.

Grossness

Besides eating ketchup with a spoon, Esther has introduced me to levels of grossness I never knew possible. Last night she pooped in the tub and called me into the bathroom where I saw her holding a large piece of it, saying, "Mommy, poopy!!" Obviously poop is gross, I won't get into anymore of those details. But here are just a few of my surprise gross-outs:

Esther picks her nose and eats what she finds. (I didn't know kids really do this!)
Esther wipes her nose and spreads it wherever she finds (across her cheek, across my cheek).
Esther pulls stuff out of the trash. And eats it.
Esther rubs bananas in her hands like solid lotion. The she rubs it on her face, arms, me, you name it.
She tastes food, chewing it halfway before deciding she doesn't like it. Then she spits it out and hands it to me.
Yesterday I gave her a peanut butter sandwich. She opened it, placed it peanut butter-side down, pushed down on the bread like she was kneading dough, picked up the bread, and started licking the left-behind peanut butter off the table.

This is just the beginning. I am stunned daily.

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Update: she pooped in the tub again tonight. This is not a habit I want her to develop.

Ketchup (catsup?)

Esther loves ketchup. She really likes a wide variety of condiments, but I'm pretty sure ketchup is her favorite. She will eat anything if she can dip it in "dippy-dip."

We went out for Chinese the other night and I got her a child-size portion of sweet & sour chicken. The chicken (originally called "chi-chi," now called "chicky") was more like funnel cake, and Esther wasn't feeling it. But she loved the ketchup I gave her for her her "fize" (fries).

So she ate it with a spoon.

Today we had chicky nuggets with dippy-dip for lunch.  Dipping nuggets wasn't enough. Dipping her fingers and licking them clean wasn't enough. She asked for a napkin (nacky) and proceeded to finger paint.

I never realized ketchup was so versatile!