09 February 2015

First

This morning when she woke up:

Alyson, standing in her crib looking around: Daddy! Baby?!
Me, walking into her room: What's wrong?
Alyson: Baby?
Me: You can't find your baby? Is she under the covers?
Alyson, just before I lifted up her covers: No....
Me: There she is!
Alyson: Baby doll hiding!

Second

Tony bought two flavors of coffee creamer this week and was asking me which one to keep here and which he should take to work.

Tony, to me: Do you want to keep Macadamia Brittle or Peppermint Mocha?
Alyson, before I could answer: Pepmin mocha!

Third

Just before I put Alyson down for bed, she nuzzled her face in my chest as if she was wiping her mouth all over me.

Alyson, lifting her face away and looking up at me and smiling: Mommy messy.
Me: Did baby get me messy?
Alyson: No.
Me: Did toddler get me messy?
Alyson: No.
Me: Did Alyson get me messy?
Alyson: No.
Me: Well then, why am I messy?
Alyson, looking at me for a few seconds, thinking about the question, and then smiling: Mommy hair messy.