#oholive

It's been a while since I've documented all of the funny things that Olive says.  I keep a running list on my phone otherwise I'd never remember all the silly things that happen everyday.

What Olive Says...

humpy dumpy = Humpty Dumpty

hordible = horrible

cumbers = cucumbers

shashage = sausage

sham-boo = shampoo

pin-yan-oh = piano

two sums up = two thumbs up

strustrated = frustrated
dappa-dills = daffodils
macky cheese = mac & cheese
tar = guitar

If we are talking or being loud and Olive wants it to be quiet, she yells "STOP YOUR BOYCE!" Obviously boyce = voice and it's just as charming as it sounds.

Not at all mama is what she says if she really doesn't want to do something.  Would you like to go to run errands with me... not at all mama...

What's the hordible smell?  

Daddy must have tooted.

I can't alieve it = I can't believe it

I have always read that you should give kids two options and then let them have a choice when you can.  So I gave Olive two options of outfits to wear one day.  I asked her to choose the outfit she wanted to wear that day.  She looked at me dead in the eye and said I CHOOSE NO! and stormed off.  Then she refused to get dressed saying all clothes hurt her.  Hmmmm I didn't read about an I choose no option in those brilliant parenting articles.

We were driving on a road trip and Olive was napping in the back seat.  She woke up about 2 hours into the trip and said groggily, "Mama, What is dat beautiful music??"  It was Adele's Hello :)

I walked into Olive's room to find that she'd colored crayon art all over the front of her white dresser.  When I questioned her about it she beamed and said, "I made you some berry bootiful artwork!"

Her stomach growls and she says, "It sounds like my belly is hungry."

Her new favorite phrase:

I was wondering....

We were talking about using the potty and she got mad and said:

I DO NOT WANT TO GET ON THE POTTY TRAIN!

I asked her a couple of questions and the last one stumped her.  She tapped her lip and said, "Dat's a really good question!"

I asked her to do something and she responded with, "What are my options..."

I was rocking her to sleep and she wanted me to hold her closer.  She said, No, snuggle my face!

The kids have started taking baths together.  Olive likes to help me with Fletcher, but that's raised some questions.  She looked at him and then looked at me and said, "What is that little button for?"  Sheesh.  I had to say it wasn't a button, it's his privates.

The photographer was taking Fletcher's pictures.  She was moving around her studio gathering props and Olive asked me, "What's that ma'am doing?"

Randomly Olive will look me in the eyes and make me promise that I'll never go back to the hospital again.  She always tells me she missed me too much so I can't go back.  Sweet, but I hate that it was so hard for her when I went to the hospital to have Fletcher.

We pulled up to Qdoba for dinner one night.  We hadn't been in months and it sounded good.  Olive and I usually share meals and when she saw the sign she said, "But they don't have any black olives."  I couldn't believe she remembered that from the last time we were there and tried to order them for our burrito bowl. 

She's starting to growl, fold her arms and scowl when she gets mad.  She also sneaks into my make up any chance she gets to draw tiger stripes all over her face with my eye brow pencil.  I blame Daniel Tiger on both.

She's obsessed with mermaids and always asks me why would Ariel want legs when she already has a mermaid tail??

We're working hard on potty training and making good progress.  She's decided that she needs some space in the bathroom and she'll declare, "I need some PRIBACY please!" pribacy = privacy

I'll also include ten of my favorite pictures of her lately:

Oh Olive, we love you!!