Anne Marie-isms

I haven’t taken photos in forever, but I also made a commitment to keep up this blog, for my sanity if nothing else. So, in lieu of photos, here is a list of Anne Marie-isms.

The first needs some explaining. The other night, I told her that she was too wild, and she needed some yoga. She started posing, ala Madonna’s “Vogue,” saying with each pose, “Is this yoga? Is this yoga? Is this yoga?”

She has carried on this theme. She whacked her brother, and I told her that was a bad choice. She started her yoga poses again, “Is this a good choice? Is this a good choice? Is this a good idea?”

Other Anne Marie-isms:

After a failed attempt at the potty, I told her I had to go. Her response: “OK mama, but it’s not as easy as it looks.”
When I was successful, I was greeted with loud cheers and clapping, “Great job, mama! I’m so proud of you!”

In response to a discussion of fears: “I’m not scared of crickets anymore, because crickets are not real. I’m not scared of horses anymore, because horses are not real.”

In response to the dog knocking her over and her parents giggling a bit when she did all sorts of bizarre things to try to get up: “Do you think pushing is funny, papa? It isn’t.”

“Pretending biting is a good choice. Real biting is a bad choice.”

In response to Thomas waking up and screaming in the night: “Ahhhh!!! Thomas saw a monster!”

At the doctor’s office- running down the hall to catch him after he left the exam room: “You forgot to check my arm!” Dr: (checks her arm) “looks like it’s pretty healthy.” Anne Marie: “No, it isn’t. It has an armpit.”