Yesterday morning (way too early)
Madison: Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!
Me: Mrmph
Madison: Mommy! Want cheese! Pane cheese!
Me: We’re out of plain cheese, Madison.
Madison: No pane cheese? Buy more at store, Mommy?
Me: Yes, Madison. Later.
Madison: Yater? Buy more pane cheese? Buy more broken cheese?
[she means when we cut the block of plain cheese into chunks]
Me: Yes, Madison, broken cheese, too.
Madison: And mananas, Mommy?
Me: Bananas, too.
Madison: And milk? Milk for my bottle, Mommy?
Me: Yes.
Madison: And pane cheese, Mommy? And broken cheese, Mommy? And mananas?
Me: Yes.
Madison: And pane cheese, Mommy? And broken cheese, Mommy? And mananas?
Me: Yes, plain cheese. Yes, broken cheese. Yes, bananas.
Madison: And milk, Mommy? Mommy? YOOK at me!
[Because I'd shut my eyes again.]
Me: Yes and milk, Madison.
Madison: And pane cheese, Mommy?
(repeat repeatedly until finally I give in and get out of bed)
I really want to get this on tape. Today she asked me if she could hit me with a hammer, if she could hit herself with a hammer and then if she did would I be sad if she hit me and would she be sad if she hit herself and would Gramps be sad? Would ‘Cia (Lucia) be sad? Would Pee-yo (Peanut) be sad? Would Noah be sad? Ummm, Daddy be sad? Again and again and again. Then she would walk away (Ok, I go my room now, Mommy!) and then come back (And Gamma be sad, Mommy?) and go away and back and go away and back…
Oh. My. God. Wonder what she would have done if you said that no, Peanut would not have been sad?
YOOK at me! Oh God, that is awesome.
how adorable! I can’t believe how much she’s talking. Will’s got lots of words, but his “conversation” mostly consists of rattling off long strings of unintelligible words with a few recognizable phrases thrown in–I know they make sense to him, but most of the time I have no clue what he’s saying!
That is too funny. How cute.
She’s so cute! When I was that age I’d say: Mamma OPEN EYES. OPEN. NOW.
Madison seems like a kindred soul….
Oh I love how they talk when they are little. My son is at the same stage. I love the name Madison too.
I keep meaning to buy a tape recorder, or better yet a digital voice recorder for the same reason. Lila says the same things endlessly looping through all of the variations. And whenever we’re out of anything, it’s: we go buy more at the store.