My three year old daughter is incredibly cute. I’m not biased or anything. Just see for yourself.

See? I told you so.

Not only is she beautiful on the outside, but she’s an incredibly sweet little girl as well. And smart. Also? Funny. Truly funny – not just “Oh, she’s so cute so I’ll laugh at anything” funny either.

I love all these qualities about her. She’s definitely got a strong combination going for herself.

Sometimes I look at her and I can just see the wheels turning in her head. Then she’ll burst out with some random thought. I love those moments. They give me an opportunity to glimpse into her little brain and get an idea of what she’s thinking about all day.

Some of the random thoughts she’s said lately:

• Mommy, you’re my best friend.
• When I grow up, I want to be a detective.
• Daddy’s a funny guy, isn’t he mommy?
• You know what abuela? I’m from the United States.

They all make sense to me and my husband. And all show different characteristics of baby girl: love, aspirations, admiration, and culture.

She continually surprises me and never ceases to amaze me. And I just want to eat her all up. But, then she’d tell me “Mommmyyy, we DON’T eat peopleeee!”

What craziness do you love about your children? Let’s share some positive memories in the comments to get away from the everyday aggravations for a little bit.

“Brian’s funny.”

“Oh yea?”

“Yea, I like him.”

“Do you?”

“Uh hmm. He’s my boy-friend.”

“Your what?”

“My bo-y-friend.”

“Is he? And why do you say that?”

“He was at the playground. And I asked him if he wanted to hold my hand. And heeee saaaaid YES!”

“So that’s why he’s your boyfriend?”

“Uh huh.”

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Little Cesar is always in time out. Every other day when I walk in to drop off my daughter, there he is at the front of their classroom, sitting by himself at the table. He’s adorable with his little chubby cheeks. Even in time out. And I feel bad for him.

This is the same kid that lied on my daughter’s second day of preschool and said she had been bad. He always talks to me or my husband. You can tell he just wants to talk to someone.

On this particular day, little Cesar looked up at me from his time out chair and said, “[something I didn't understand]…Brian’s girlfriend.”

“Who’s Brian’s girlfriend?”

At this point, my daughter came up to me and showed me something, so little Cesar sat for a second thinking.

Then he said, “Her! She’s Brian’s girlfriend!!”

And then I hear “Yeeeee-aaaaa!” from the corner and see little Ms. Megan (who’s sitting on the potty bench) is the one being little Cesar’s back-up homegirl.

Seriously? The fact that my daughter thinks she’s Brian’s girlfriend is a known fact amongst the other little boys and girls??!!

What in the world is going on at this preschool?

If this is the crap I have to deal with at THREE (almost four), I fear greatly for the teenage years.

In fact, I think I’m gonna just lock her up soon.

*All names have been changed cause I don’t want their mommies to beat me up if they ever find this blog.*

This morning, as I’m getting baby girl dressed, this is the conversation we had:

Where are we going, mami?

Well, mami and daddy are going to work, so you’re going to abuela’s house.

I don’t want to go to abuela’s house!

Why not?

I’m going to work…to get some money.

And, why do you need money?

To go shopping.

And what do you need to buy when you go shopping?

Turkey!

So, to recap…

My daughter needs to go to work so she can get money so she can go shopping and buy turkey.

Image credit: Bree R

Lately, my three year old has taken to repeating a phrase that is like nails on a chalkboard every time I hear it.

“It’s not fair!”

There are variations to this phrase, as well.

“But mooom….it’s not fair!”

“It’s not fair, mommy!”

“But, but, but…it’s not fair!”

Any way it’s said, you’d think I had a teenager in the house, not a toddler.

Apparently, life is rough for three year olds.

I’m not sure where exactly she picked up the phrase, since it’s not something commonly said in our house.

But, curse whoever or whatever introduced it into her vocabulary.

Oh, in case you’re wondering, these are my many ways of being unfair:

• I feed her.
• I give her a bath.
• I clean up the craptacular mess in the pamper she refuses to let go of yet.
• Oh, wait, I even play with her.

The horror!

Like I said, it’s a hard knock life for three year olds.

You might have heard of the book Everyone Poops by Taro Gomi. Or maybe not. If you haven’t, check it out here.

I first heard of this book from a previous co-worker. She was a 1st grade teacher and is very much into literacy. She has a wealth of information in her brain regarding teaching children to read, various books, fun activities, you name it. I’ve been trying to get her to start a blog so she can share this information with all us mamis out there, but she’s a little hesitant still.

She suggested Everyone Poops to me for several reasons:

1. She thinks the book is funny and cute.
2. She thought my toddler daughter might like it.
3. We were starting the very early stages of potty training.

We’ve read the book with my daughter a few times. I have to admit that it was a little weird to me at first, but then I embraced the silliness of it all. I mean, how can you not laugh at, “A one-hump camel makes a one-hump poop and a two-hump camel makes a two-hump poop… Only kidding!”

The other night my daughter asked me to read it for her.

We sat down on the couch and as I read the title and author’s name out loud to her, I could see that she was studying the cover of the book.

(image from Amazon.com)

She then said, “An apple poops???!!!”

I started to laugh and told her, “Well, no baby. You see, we eat an apple and then it goes in your tummy and then it comes out your bunda.” (Bunda is what we’ve come to call the butt.)

As soon as I started the sentence, I knew I was giving way too much information that wasn’t going to make sense. I saw it in her face. I swear I could see the wheels turning in her little head trying to figure out what I was saying.

She looked up at me, confused as ever and repeated, “An apple poops? Hahaha…NO, that’s so silly! Hee hee hee”

Indeed it is, baby girl.

image by lodigs

Baby girl: Mommy, mommy! Help! My goat needs help.

Me: What’s wrong with your goat?

Baby girl: He’s stuck on the light! (points up to the light in the hallway)

Me: Oh! Well tell your goat to jump down.

Baby girl: He can’t!

Me: Why not?

Baby girl: He has no feet!

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Baby girl: Where are we? (We had just parked in the near-by grocery center.)

Daddy: We’re going to pick up chinese noodles.

Baby girl: :gasp: Piiiiick up chinese noooooodles???!!!

Both of us: Yup!

Baby girl: BAM! (a la Emeril-style)

In the car…

Baby girl: Can I take my sandals off?

Me: You want to take your sandals off?
(you often have to repeat what they say to be sure you understood right)

Baby girl: Nope

Me: So why did you say that?

Baby girl: Because I want them on.

You can’t argue with that logic.

Nothing’s better than waking up to hear your baby girl whispering…

Guess What?

:me grumbling: What’s up baby?

I LOVE YOU!

It can’t get any better than that.

My daughter is officially a girl.

I knew it before, but now it’s official.

She’s taken an interest in all things that are (normally) considered girly girl things.

Example 1 – Ballerinas

She already loves to dance. Now, she likes to dance like a ballewina.

With hands on top of her head and up on her tippy toes, she twirls around the house actually singing “tippy tippy toes, tippy tippy toes”.

And of course, mommy and daddy have to twirl around like ballewinas too.

Example 2 – Princesses

Princesses also receive much love from baby girl.

There was that story she made up – it was all about crowns and princesses.

There’s also the princess clothes, dolls, pajamas, etc.

She even likes to call the towers at shopping centers castles. Wait until she sees the Cinderella castle at Walt Disney World.

The girl is gonna ***flip***.

Example 3 – Shopping

Lately a keen interest in shopping has developed.

Every time she sees us getting dressed, she immediately thinks we’re going out and asks, “Where we going?”

When I answer, she’ll say, “No. Let’s go to the store.”

That or “No. I wanna go shopping.”

Example 4 – Diamonds

And the kicker.

While I’m sure most kids pretend to play pirates & find treasure at one point or another, I’m not so sure that their treasure is quite as exquisite as my baby girl’s treasure.

Every time she pretends to be looking for treasure, the following conversation ensues:

“Mommy, I found some treasure! Here you go.”

“Yea, that’s great baby! What is it?”

“DIAMONDS.”

I about died the first time she said it.

Where does she come up with these things?

I’ve got a future debutante on my hands!

Please, do share your stories with me. I need to know I’m not the only one with a 2 year old diva.

*photo from paulmannix

Baby girl has a favorite song.

She sings it all the time – every day – more than once a day.

And she makes you sing it with her.

If you don’t, she’s not happy.

She even gives you a cue: “And a one two three. Go.”

The song?

Jingle Bells.

I’ve heard of Christmas in July, but Christmas in June?

It is at our house!

Yup, every day, we get a little bit of the Christmas spirit, as our baby girl sings Jingle Bells for us.

Won’t you join us?

All together now…

Jingle bells, batman smells, robin laid an egg…

Oh wait! That’s not the version she sings. Silly me.

But, is it stuck in your head now?

*image via http://activerain.com/blogsview/141136/Christmas-In-July-In