Out of the mouths of babes: 6

by Katie on January 4, 2016

Because I haven’t done one of these in awhile, and I spent a good portion of Brandon’s weekend away deer hunting texting him things his daughter had said, today was a good day to dump some of those text messages online.

That, and Mama needed a break from tax reports in her early morning work. Let’s face it, there are only so many of those a brain can do at one time.

Let me preface this by saying that almost three is destined to be both my most favorite and most trying age so far. As I relayed to Brandon last night when he called to check in, “Just when I want to wring her neck, she does or says something that makes me melt.” I mean, good thing. And toddlers are no fools. Timing is everything and they know it.

Without further ado, I present a weekend sampling from Leyton Leister:

New vocabulary word last week:  “friendly”

“I’m going to be Elsa for Halloween. And you’re going to be Anna, and Daddy is going to be Kristoff. And Baby Brother is going to be Olaf.”

While watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse with her post-nap snack:  “I need my new Frozen snuggie blanket to make me warm.” (Her Uncle Justin gave her a Frozen snuggie for Christmas. She obviously has caught on to its purpose.)

Her response after I presented the milk she asked for or completed some other task she requested: “Oh, thank you, Mama. That was so nice of you!”

“Mama, Dixie fighted the chicken!” …After her front row seat to the demise of a chicken that found its way into our yard.

“I know how to say that because I’m not a dog or a baby anymore.” She first said this in a video I captured of the accent she uses to say “pie” but used this same phrase multiple times over the weekend.

She got her nails professionally painted and then got to play on the iPad (i.e., pampered and spoiled) while Mama got a pedicure Saturday. I overheard this while my nails were drying:  “I’m having a hard day with this game.” Yes, kid, it’s a rough life you live.

“I want some orange paint to put on my face so I can be a bad lion and a good lion.” I have no idea where she got this idea. We have never painted her face. But it does stem from the “lion” game she plays with her daddy, where she says, “I’m going to lion you,” or “Lion me!” and they chase each other around, roaring. It’s something. There’s a bear version too.

“I like to spend time with you, Mama. And Daddy too. And Baby Brother when he comes out of your belly.” See what I mean about melting?

“I’m not gonna play at my naptime. I’m just going to take a nap. With Elsa. And she’s going to close her eyes pretend. Because she doesn’t know how to close her eyes for real ’cause her batteries died in her eyes.” For the record, her Elsa doll has painted-on eyes that don’t open and close. And she is not battery operated whatsoever.

And then, after she was caught playing at naptime and threatened to have Elsa taken away, this is what I was informed when she was told she could get up from naptime:  “Okay, but let me find Elsa, Mama. She’s hiding so you won’t take her away. Because she said she would be afraid if you took her away. She didn’t want you to take her away. So she’s hiding. Let me go find her.” And she proceeded to dig her out from under a pile of pillows and blankets.

While jumping:  “My new trampoline Santa gave me is SO nice and SO beautiful and SOOOO fun!”

After looking at a picture of the dance floor from Aunt Amanda’s wedding, where she was dancing with her daddy and her aunt and uncle were dancing in the background:  “Daddy is a prince and I’m a princess. Uncle Jake is a prince and DeDa is a princess.”



…And that’s a synopsis of a couple days spent with Leyton Leister. Except it truly goes on All. Day. Long.

Wouldn’t change her for the world.


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