Whenever I think of cute stories to tell about the babies, I try to make notes of them in my phone to remind me when I’m writing these weekly posts. I just checked those notes and they read like this:
Something falls, uh ohh uh ohh, Emmy fix.
Did you have good sleeps? No.
Pink vs. blue lips.
Yuck. Yuck. Trash pick up.
Hi beauty queen.
Well, there ya go, totally coherent and entertaining stories right? Oh wait, you didn’t totally understand my short hand? Don’t worry, neither did I at first, but I think I have deduced what I meant by each one.
Chicken loooooooves to say uh ohh, it’s his favorite. It is not my favorite and I can be heard all over DC repeating Buddy, it’s not an uh ohh if you do it on purpose, it’s just not. Because like, it’s just not. However, it is kind of cute when after he wakes up from a nap, I hear him take his binky out of his mouth, drop it on the ground, and calmly say uh ohh, uh ohh, Emmyyyy, Emmyyy. Until I race in the room to see him smiling coyly at the bink like, oh hey, would you mind picking that up for me even though I could totally reach it myself? That stinker.
Speaking of Chicken after he wakes up from his naps, the other day he had an especially long one (3 hours woot woot!) and when he woke up, I was laying next to him (maybe having napped a little myself). Every day since the beginning of time I have asked him did you have good sleeps?! After he wakes up. Usually he ignores me. However this day, after a gloriously long nap in which I know he slept soundly, he pulled his bink out, literally puckered his lips up, looked straight at me, and said no. At which point I died laughing.
Ok, one more napping story. That same day, I had been trying on new lipsticks during naps (I know, I’m weird) and had a light pink on when Chicken awoke. He rolled over, looked at me, pointed right at my lips and screamed BLUE!!!!!!!! Mostly because that is the only color he knows and he could just tell something was…..weird. I corrected him and explained it was pink, so now every day when he sees me he touches my lips and says pik. It’s cute.
Chickadee has taken it upon herself to become the personal litter police in DC. Every. single. day. when we arrive at a park, she runs around picking up every single piece of trash she can find, declaring it yucky and then placing it in my hand. Over and over and over again. Yesterday she picked up gum and I died and ran to the stroller for wipes.
Another cute habit she has developed is to constantly keep tabs on Chicken. She will stop whatever she is doing at the park if he is not in her line of sight and yell his name as loud as she can until he pops his little head out, she catches sight of him, and goes about her business.
And last but not least, Chickadee used to be the more shy of my two babes. She hardly spoke and she had what could only be called Bitchy Resting Face. Sorry but, it’s true. I have it too. Anywho, she has really come out of her shell and her new favorite thing is to yell HIIIIIIIIIIIII and wave like a beauty queen to every single person we encounter. Everywhere. All the time. And shockingly, only like 50% of people respond to her. How could you possibly ignore this little Cabbage Patch doll that is waving to you like she is the Queen of England?! Rude.
And those my friends, are the most recent entries in the Stroller Diaries. Over and out.