Olivia: Is this almond vanilla milk?
Me: Yeah, almond vanilla. It’s your milk.
Olivia: It’s yo’ momma’s milk! Oooooh snap!
She leaned back and put her hand to her mouth during the “Oooooh snap”. Perfect delivery. I don’t say anything like that often, very rarely actually, but she picked it up and delivered.
Olivia: Daddy! Come rock me! It’s my favorite!
During a conversation concerning having both girls cry it out at night
Vanessa: There will be yelling in the House of Kraft tonight.
Sleep has been a constant struggle with Olivia. We were those parents that simply couldn’t understand how any type of “cry it out” method was humane. She was just 8 pounds of joy…how could we just let her cry? Her first three months of life, she would not sleep without being held and we were too wimpy to let her cry herself to sleep ever.
We were zombies for a long time.
While it had overall improved for both girls, they took a few steps back recently. Catalina shouldn’t still eat at night. Olivia went from not waking up most nights to waking up more times than I have fingers. We would rock her for a minute and put her back down. When she occasionally woke up once a night, that was fine. When it is 10 times, it is just stupid.
At about 10 a.m.
Olivia: How about crackers? (asking for some crackers)
Me: Okay, I’ll give you crackers now, but then no more for the rest of the day.
Olivia: No deal.
This was after Olivia doing something silly.
Me: You’re being a goosey-goose!
Olivia: Don’t call me that! Call me mija! (Spanish slang for my daughter)
Me: Okay, Mija, I’ll call you that, but you’re still a goosey-goose.
Olivia: I’m not a goosey-goose! I’m my own monkey! I eat bananas!
Me: [Telling Olivia she shouldn’t do whatever she was doing that she had been told not to before.]
Olivia: (Fighting Tears) Don’t say that! Just stop!
For those wondering, Catalina isn’t talking yet. She’s trying. Hard. She has a solid “Dadadada” and some sign language, but nothing that would translate well to QOTW.
Too Much Angry Birds?
Me: ::pig noise::
Olivia: No, piggy daddy!
Me: ::pig noise::
Olivia: I throw birdie at you! (throwing motion with her arm.)
Time for Mouthwash for Daddy:
Me: Ah, damn it.
Olivia: No say damn it! Bad word! No say damn it!
Alright, So We’re A Bit Sensitive:
Me: Dang it.
Olivia: No say dang it! Bad word!
What’s In A Name?
Me: What’s your name?
Olivia: Olivia Rose Gonzalez Kraft!
Me: Good, Mommy?
Olivia: Vanessa Gonzalez Kraft
Olivia: Grandma Yoli
Olivia: Oscar the Grouch