Literally

Lately DH and I have noticed just how literally MH takes everything we say. Most of the time we find it humorous, others we end up having to give a long sordid explanation for something we wish we'd never said (when do they learn the term figure of speech?) just because of the long tedious process associated with what we really meant.

Anyways, this AM I was awaked by MH to her latest greeting (I have to say, I do prefer it to the screaming of MO-MMY! over and over until I can unglue at least one eye and figure out that it's not still the middle of the night).

MH:(wearing her Flounder hat and carrying her light-up butterfly from yesterday): Mommy . . . wake up! It's morning, time to open your eyes!

Lucky for her she's adorable and her little sweet voice is the best thing to hear first thing when I wake up (I just wish that happened at say, 10AM. OK, I'd even take 9 - I'm not that greedy).

(For those of you with older kids, do they ever get that "waking up" thing like we do? As in, I am most definitely not one of those peeps who opens their eyes, pops out of bed, and shouts "Hello, Day! Let's get going!" C'mon - I know the rest of you are {insert eye roll here}. I need a little time to greet the world.).

Me: Did you have a good night sleep? Look at you with all your stuff!
MH: Yeah, I had so much fun yesterday. (Then she gets all serious) But next time I'm going to hold the bag and share my cotton candy with Daddy.
Me: We did share our cotton candy with Daddy (she doesn't need to know that Mommy is a glutton and ate the majority of the bag, she's still young).
MH: Oh. Well maybe if they come back and we can go again, I can hold the bag.
Me: OK, well that's really sweet. But I don't know if they'll be back for a while . . .
MH: Of course they'll be back!
Me: Really MH, they travel all over the country so all the little boys and girls can see their special show. It'll probably be a while.
MH: Mommy, they're going to come back. At the end, Mickey and Minnie said "See you real soon!"

It was still early.
It took me a minute.
They did say that.
They say that at the end of EVERY Mickey Mouse Club episode.

Yep, we're definitely in that literal phase.

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Sweetheart just walked in to watch her so I can go to PT. MH just proudly showed off all her garb (she's already spoken to Sweetheart about 6 times since yesterday - even made Daddy call her cell phone so she could tell her more about her day.). The first words out of her mouth after her initial excitement were "Sweetheart! Can we go to your house for a little while? Cassie (my parents' dog) would love to see my cool stuff! And as I type, she has requested a visit to Poppy's office as well - we must show off our fabulous swag.

MH, I say it every day, but I adore you. You are the light of my life. And adoration is such an understatement. You are the true light of my life.

Water in the pipes

Overheard at dinner tonight:

MH (takes a sip of water and starts coughing and sputtering)
Mommy: Sweetie, are you OK? Did it just go down the wrong pipe?
MH: yeah mommy, it went right down the wrong drain.

MH then proceeds to continue talking about how she's fine, her water just went down the wrong drain. What a crackup.

Gotta love how literal they can be and how quick we are to forget it!

Why, why, WHY???

The Mad Hatter has always been a very inquisitive little girl, so interested in every little bit of the world around her. We've been more than thrilled to help feed her little mind with as much knowledge and interest as she'll take, and then some.

However, up until a little over a month ago, Hubby and I were actually (and maybe slightly smugly, or now as I like to think, foolishly) thinking we had bypassed the "why" phase.

We were wrong. It happened, and it happened literally overnight.

One morning I am putting my makeup on, something MH has seen me do a million times over. In fact, I often hand her a brush and an empty bottle so she can do her makeup too. On this particular day, MH comes in and asks what I'm doing. Although I know she knows the answer, I figure I'll play along. I contemplate explaining how lucky she is not to have permanent dark circles under her eyes, but instead choose something simpler - Mommy is putting on her makeup, just like she does every day!

Her response? Oh. (pause) Why?

And so began our life with this word we have learned to absolutely abhore. It punctuates nearly every sentence out of MH's mouth. She asks a question, we give an answer. And it never fails that our answer is followed by that wonderful word. Sometimes we think we've avoided it. I'm just about to give myself a secret high-five, and there it is . . . again.

Some examples:

(As we are leaving a birthday party the other day and walking down the street to where our car is parked).
MH: that's not our car!
Mommy: nope, it's not!
MH: Why isn't that our car?
Mommy: silly MH, you know that's not our car - it's not our car, because, well, it isn't.
MH: but why?
Mommy: ummm, because other people drive cars too.

This went on for about 3 cars worth of questioning, and thankfully she finally spotted our car and moved on with excited chatter about that.

Here's another:

Mommy: MH, go get your shoes on! We're going to be late for art class!
MH: Why do I have to put my shoes on?
Mommy: because, we can't go barefoot to art class, silly!
MH: oh . . . why are we going to art class?
Mommy: because we go to art class every week - you love it, aren't you excited to see your friends and make some new projects?
MH: Why are we going to make some new projects?

Every answer I give prompts yet another new why.

And one more:

MH: DADDY! Daddy, where are you?
Mommy: Daddy left for work, you just gave him a hug and kiss goodbye and told him to have a good day.
MH: Why did Daddy go to work?
Mommy: you know the answer to that - daddy works hard so we can have a nice house, and food, and clothes (we talk about this all the time).
MH: Oh. Why do we need to have clothes?

Maybe she's onto something. With the recent spike in temperature and humidity I find myself wondering the same thing.

But I digress.

I could go on. The word why is so much a part of my daily conversation that I struggle to think of a time when I don't have to come up with SOME sort of explanation for whatever we're discussing. The girl has why's for things I didn't know had answers.

And the worst part? We'll have an entire conversation (complete with why and explanation of why) and she'll ask the entire why question all over again!

I used to fall for it every time. But this Mommy can't be manipulated so easily - I caught on pretty quickly and came up with a great tactic - switch it back and ask her why. And why, and why? I sing songs about why. I tickle her and change the subject. But she seems to see right through me and sadly, my cynicism is usually lost on her. Occasionally, she gets the humor and laughs hysterically. And in those cases, which are rare, why can be fun.

Daddy has come up with a great answer to the never ending question: Because I love you. I'm not sure why, but when he says it, she seems to accept it as the perfect answer and move on. Tonight they were standing on our deck together and she asked why our neighbor was swimming in her pool. Daddy's answer? Because she loves you. End of conversation, on to something new.

She doesn't let me off the hook so easily.

So I guess for now, I will continue to be stuck rotating in our WHY orbit, waiting in indescribeable anticipation of the day we move onto another fixation.

But I do have a question.

How come when the MH misbehaves or does something that leads me to ask her "MH, why did you do that" she finds it perfectly acceptable to respond with a simple "Because I did."? And when I continue to incessantly badger her with the same question (it's only fair, right?), expecting a reasonable explanation (or at least some response), she continues to give me the same answer, or even worse, moves on to something more important than me or the question at hand.

Once again, I am reminded on a daily basis that while Daddy and I like to think that we're running the show around here, MH is busy setting plenty of her own rules, and we have no choice but to indulge her. After all, she is 3, and this is part of growing, right?

But WHYYYYYYYY?

Why we adore our Mad Hatter

Besides the obvious, of course.

She turned 3 in February.

In the last month, she's really begun to excel at expressing her feelings.

She says things out of the blue that will instantly melt your heart and make you forget that all week long you've been literally talking to yourself (and drinking more heavily, and questioning your ability as a mom) because she has been the out of control, will not calm down, can not stay still for a second, does not listen, crazy insanity that IS a three year old.

So we're finishing dinner tonight and she says something that's not quite decipherable. Then she repeats it clear as day:

"I just love our special sharing time together. I love eating dinner with my family."

DH and I just LOVE being the MH's mommy and daddy.