Libby's story

Libby will be three on August 13.  Her verbal skills are a little behind for her age, but she manages to communicate just fine and her receptive communication is at or above age level.  I said all that so that I could relay this fun conversation we had today at naptime:

Mama:  "It's naptime, Libby."

Libby:  "No, mama! I drink lime juice (from the leftover lime from Daddy's cherry limeade).  I play a li'l bit?"

Mama:  "Ok, you can play for 5 minutes. I'll set the timer."

5 minutes later....

Mama:  "Ok, Libby, the timer dinged.  It's naptime now".

Libby:  "No, mama...I play a li'l bit?"

Mama : "No, the timer dinged.  It's naptime now.  Let's pick out some pants."(she has to have pants to sleep, even if she's been playing in just a diaper...the girl is quirky)  "So...do you want these pants, or these pants?"

Libby:  (points to the blue pair)  "No, yucky!" (points to orange pair)  "Nah"  (points back to blue pair and grins)

Mama:  "You want the blue ones?"

Libby: " yeah....Baby eat my pants!  Yuck!"

Mama:  "The baby didn't eat your pants!"

Libby:  "Baby eat my pants. Yucky! Me cry. "

Mama:  "yeah, that would be yucky if the baby ate your pants!"

Libby:  "mama get me new pants"

Mama:  "yeah, if the baby ate your pants, mama would get you new ones, but the baby didn't eat your pants, so you don't have to cry, and I don't have to get you new ones"

Libby:  "Me STORY, Mama!"

Mama:  "Ah!  That is a good story, now it's time for nap"

Libby:  "Night night, mama!"

Such a kooky story!  She has such a fun imagination.  I don't think I can bear to send her off to the homogenizing institution in two years.

"I do fi- wuks"

The first thing Libby said this morning, when I went to get her out of her crib, was "I do fi-wuks today!"

She had a bowl of cereal, and announced, "I done, Mama. I do fi-wuks now?"

I had to explain several times that we'd do some fireworks later in the evening, and that she could stay up late and do fireworks when it got dark outside.

So she just got up from her nap, and asked, "Dark, mama?" LOL, it might be a long afternoon around here.

ETA: Libby was scared scared scared of the fireworks! She liked the little champagne poppers, the smoke bombs and the snappers, but was scared of the snakes. After it got dark, we did our pretty stuff and some of it was loud. She started crying and wanted to go inside. I turned on the Boston Pops fireworks show for her, and she watched that while we played with the ammunition!