My Future Actor

We spent the holidays at my in-laws house.  At one point while we were there, Babykins didn't get her way and she put on a big show of being sad.  Later, when she was out of the room, we were discussing her excellent ability to put on the sad face at will.

In the middle of that discussion, I hear Babykins calling me from her room.  I go in to find her crying again about the same incident.  I picked her up and started talking to her, but after a minute she interrupted me.

Babykins: Mama, I want to see it.
Me: What do you want to see?
Babykins: I want to see in the mirror.
Me: Why do you want to look in the mirror?
Babykins: I want to see my sad face!

So not only does she know how to put on her sad face, she knows she's doing it!  I don't stand a chance...

Good guess

A little while ago, we took Babykins to a carnival.  They had a used book table, and at the end of the night, they handed out bags and gave away the remaining books for free.  We picked up a few books that we thought Babykins would like and headed home.

A couple days later, Babykins was flipping through her new books, when she suddenly got very worried...

Babykins: Uh, oh, Mama.
Me:  What's wrong?
Babykins: Someone colored in this book!
Babykins (Thinks about it for a second and lowers her head, looking sad): It was probably me!

It actually wasn't her.  The book came that way, and as soon as I explained that someone else had colored in it, she looked instantly relieved.  But it's funny to know she automatically assumes she's the culprit!

Tattoo

The other day Hubbykins was sitting next to Babykins with his shirt off, and she noticed the tattoo on his back.  Babykins has seen his tattoo before, and even commented on it, but this time she was fascinated.  After chatting about it for a few moments - What is it?  How did it get there? - Babykins announced that she would be getting a tattoo, as well.  The following conversation ensued:

Babykins: I get tattoo on my back!
Hubbykins: Little girls can't get tattoos.
Babykins: Ok.  I get tattoo when I a big girl!
Hubbykins: You can get a tattoo when you're the same age as daddy.
Babykins (Not realizing she will never be the same age as daddy):  Ok!

Since then, Babykins has excitedly told me on a number of occasions how she plans to get a tattoo when she's bigger.  She's planning on a rainbow.

Luckily, for now, she's happy to stick with the wet and wear fake tattoos.  Whew!

Norman Rockwell Moments

Every once in awhile, I'll look around and feel like I have achieved the perfect Norman Rockwell moment with my babies.  These most often come at bath time.  With Babykins in the big tub playing with her toys and Babyroo in his baby tub happily splashing away, the sense of perfect zen happiness is almost overwhelming.  Especially with Christmas coming up, most bath times now involve Babykins and I singing Christmas carols together (I like to focus on Santa Claus is Coming to Town...any song that advocates being nice and not screaming gets my vote).  It is magical.

Then earlier this week, we had finished up round one of dinner (when I feed Babykins the first part of her meal while we wait for Hubbykins to come home).  Babykins was sitting at the table practicing cutting up paper with her little toddler scissors, Babyroo was sitting in the kitchen cooing, and I was washing dishes singing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.  And I realized that I have it really darn good.  We had reached perfection.  Happy sigh...

Bodily Functions

Babykins is now fully daytime potty trained.  This process has lead to a lot of conversations about bodily functions.  The other day I was chatting with her while she was sitting on the potty.  She looked at me and announced, "I make wee-wee, poopies, and farts.  Mommy makes milk."

Yep.  Sounds about right.