A few short stories

The other night we had the TV on a makeover show, and the woman was getting a haircut. Here's our dialogue:

Chloe: "Lady haircut?"

Me: "Yes, she's getting a haircut."

Chloe (standing behind me on the couch, playing with my hair): "Mommy haircut?" (I just got a lot of hair chopped off.)

Me: "Yep, Mommy got a haircut."

Chloe: "Oh. Nanny did it?" (Nanny is my mom.)

Me: "No, Nanny didn't do it."

Chloe: "Oh. Stacy do it?" (Stacy London, maybe?)

Me: "No, Stacy didn't do it."

Chloe: "Oh. Chloe do it!" She proceeded to grab imaginary scissors and cut my hair. :)

One morning at daycare, I brought Chloe in, said goodbyes and gave her a kiss. She was standing by the kitchen, and MeMaw (our lovely daycare lady) was following me to the door. MeMaw started talking to me about something, so I stopped for a second. Chloe came running over and pushed me. She said “bye, momma,” and pointed toward the door. She would not continue on with her day until I left. That was pretty harsh.

David and I introduced Chloe to the concept of hiding things by taking one of my socks and putting it under the covers (on the bed.) Then we asked her if she knew where it was. I would check under her shirt, under daddy’s shirt, under the pillow, and eventually I would "find" the sock. She plays this game a lot now. She asked me for my socks recently, and then took one and put it under the cover. Almost before I could even ask where my sock was, she had lifted up her shirt to show me she didn’t have it, and then went to David so we could lift up his shirt, and then she pulled my sock out from under the cover. She also switches it up by taking my sock and throwing it in the trash can, and sometimes she likes to take ALL of my pajamas down the hallway before I can put them on. Good times.

Chloe was playing with her toy phone recently. Every time she walked away from it and it would ring, she would say, “oh, oh, oh,” and go answer it. A little time after that I had picked her up, so she could help me bring out the trash, and her phone started ringing. She looked at me in surprise, and said, “oh, oh, oh!” I tried to ignore it, but she started struggling to get down and said, “oh, oh, momma, ma bone, ma bone.” (These pictures are from the day this happened.)