Overheard recently

Life with a two-year-old - every day brings new challenges and new things to giggle about! Here are a few gems to enjoy:

Matthew came in to Jaron’s room while I was feeding him one morning, and took Jaron’s blankie out of his bed. He then decided to play peekaboo with us, saying, “Go? Go? … I see you!!!” over and over, wearing the blankie on his head like a satin-trimmed blue ghost. Apparently that game is exhausting, because right after that he collapsed down on the floor on top of the blankie and started (fake) snoring.

On his first night in a toddler bed and it was a bit of a challenge getting him to stay in bed. He normally chatters in his bed before he falls asleep but I rarely hear what he’s saying. That night I camped out on the landing outside his room so I got to hear everything.
Matthew: Ow, that hurts! Ow mnljgkdhurts. Ow that CHICKEN! Nummy chicken!! Mmmmm, nummy chicken.

Matthew was helping Jason move furniture around to vacuum the carpet.
Jason: Matthew, help me push the table.
Matthew: No, I no help. I too old.

Matthew spins around in circles endlessly.
Matthew: Roun' roun' roun' roun' roun' (etc).
Matthew falls to the ground.
Matthew: I dizzy!!

Me: Goodnight, Matthew.
Matthew: Nigh-night.
Me: Sweet dreams!
Matthew: Dueeems.
Me: I love you!
Matthew: Wuv yeuh.

Occasionally Matthew wakes up in the middle of the night. It doesn't happen very often, but the other night he woke up but was not fully awake when I walked in the room at 2am.
Matthew: O! Wassat? Poheese car? TB? Cow? Bankie? Oh, sorry. Dueems. Dueems. Dueems.

Matthew lost his balance after righting a ride-on toy that he had pushed over in a bout of frustration. Falling was the end of the world, complete with giant tears and heart-wrenching sobs. He was fine by the way, he just fell over on carpet. After he composed himself enough to speak, he told me he “tuipt” (tripped). And then he said it again, except it sounded more like “tuips”. And then he said it again, only this time it came out “chips.” At that point he got very excited and politely requested some chips and go-gurt.

One morning I came downstairs to see Matthew sweeping under his chair.
Matthew: Muttin (muffin) all ower PWACE!!

I banged my knee on the corner of the coffee table and told Matthew I had an owie on my knee. So he kissed it. And then he said, "I kiss owie on table." And then he did.

One night at the dinner table, Matthew, our friend Jillian, and I were all ready to pray before we started eating. Matthew was really hungry but we were waiting for everyone to be ready. Matthew: Daddy, Jaron, ca’ we pweese pray?