[at her play kitchen, holding one of her many phones, and of course, referencing strawberry shortcake… all things she takes quiiite seriously…]
“plum is texting me. she needs salt & cheese. but… i’m using it.”
[inside her secret fort during ice week & apparently i’m a dinosaur]
m: “want some water and some tea?”
b: “sure! i would love some!”
m: “well, they’re my supplies, dinosaur. they’re my supplies and they’re not your supplies. i know you want them, but they’re my supplies.”
[again in her fort… i’m still a dinosaur]
“gaga made this sign and i made this sign. wanna see? come, i’ll show you the words.”
[turns to show me invisible signs]
“this one says ‘no dinosaurs allowed.’ and this one says ‘no dinosaurs allowed, too.'”
[turns to face me again & waves her hands]
“now, go on dinosaur. shoo! shoo!!”
[out to lunch together]
m: “we need to brush my teeth at home because i had a chip and a grilled cheese and i didn’t try to eat my pickle.”
b: “you didn’t try your pickle?”
m: “no, i already had a taste of your pickle on my finger.”
“come ‘ere, ya goooof…”
[…curiously, i turn to see her lying on the bed grabbing at the cat with her feet]
[feeling baby brother kick]
b: “did you feel that?”
m: “he kicked!!!”
[after a little bit with no kicks]
b: “what do you think he’s doing now?!”
m: “i don’t know! maybe he’s playin’ with toys in your belly!”
“mommy… i have a boogie on my finger… and… it comed out of this tiny nose.”
[assessing the growing baby bump]
“i like your belly. i hope i can measure it.”
“i like your belly. i hope i can measure it.”
[holding up her hands, responding to my argument for why i do need to changer her diaper…]
“i understand… but… i need you to calm. down.”
“awww, look at his *tiny* *cute* feet!!”
[using her sweetest baby talk voice, looking at a housefly]
[using her sweetest baby talk voice, looking at a housefly]
[after mac n cheese for dinner]
“that hit the spot, girlfriend!!”
“that hit the spot, girlfriend!!”
[towel cuddling after her bath]
m: “mommy, i wanna talk about you.”
b: “you do? what do you wanna talk about about me?”
m: “i wanna talk about brittany scioscia page scioscia!”
[she’s really into knowing everyone’s names… or coming close, at least ;)]
m: “mommy, i wanna talk about you.”
b: “you do? what do you wanna talk about about me?”
m: “i wanna talk about brittany scioscia page scioscia!”
[she’s really into knowing everyone’s names… or coming close, at least ;)]
[showing me her apparently drone-shaped hair bow one afternoon]
“it’s like papa’s drone!”
[makes a call on her cinderella phone…]
“my drone is not working. it’s not. oh, you can fix it? well, i can just fix it.”
“it’s like papa’s drone!”
[makes a call on her cinderella phone…]
“my drone is not working. it’s not. oh, you can fix it? well, i can just fix it.”
[hangs up]
“that was the doctor.”
[re: her popsicle]
m: “i can’t eat it because it has ice on it.”
b: “popsicles are made of ice.”
m: “ugh. are you kidding me???”
m: “i can’t eat it because it has ice on it.”
b: “popsicles are made of ice.”
m: “ugh. are you kidding me???”
“rockabye baby on the tree top, when the wind blows it’ll be daytime, & i’ll write your name”
[one of her song mashups, blending a traditional lullaby with the latest by taylor “flift.” naturally!]
[walks up eating crackers as i put lotion on in the bathroom]
m: “i am willy happy. willy willy willy willy happy.”
b: “you are!?”
[…and for aaaall the bonus sparkle points in the whole wide world…]
m: “God gave me the best best best best best mommy!”
[oh, i love that girl so much!!]
m: “God gave me the best best best best best mommy!”
[oh, i love that girl so much!!]
[first words out her mouth as we woke up one morning…]
“i didn’t know i was maddalena rose captain hook bishop!!
[apparently she was having a dream about being in a “pretend car boat” where she was the captain and “had mia shoes on”]
[around the house]
m: “mommy, can you hand me a pe-tend scewdiver?”
m: “mommy, can you hand me a pe-tend scewdiver?”
b: “oh, sure! here you go…”
m: “thank you, my internet is not working very well. ”
[…and later on, just a follow up]
b: “so what was wrong with your internet earlier?”
m: “well, something was tickling it, so i had to fix it.”
[as we’re waking up one morning, still in bed]
m: “mommy! sometimes i like to play with my nose.”
b: “sometimes i like to play with my nose, too” […for the sake of conversation, of course]
m: “when you were a little girl?!!”
b: “…mmmhm!”
m: “hahahha!!!!” [pauses] “…that’s hee-larious.”
“mommy…? are you mommy scioscia? are you mommy scioscia bishop?”
[…names! bingo!]
[…names! bingo!]
[what could’ve been overheard recently in the tjmaxx dressing room as m looks in the mirror]
“look at my pitty blue eyes!”
[pause a few seconds…]
“look at your HUGE BELLY!!”
“look at my pitty blue eyes!”
[pause a few seconds…]
“look at your HUGE BELLY!!”
I love these posts! I still make notes in my iphone of cute things harper says because I want to remember them so badly…she cracks us up with her imagination!
These are all so hee-larious!! I think these are one of my favorite posts that you do. I could not stop laughing at all of them, dinosaur!
If anyone can make a boogie cute, it's Maddalena and her tiny nose. How is she almost 3!?
haaaa she is hysterical! love these! and that you're dinasaur ?
these posts are my favorite! she cracks me up!
"That hit the spot, girlfriend" LOL – I would've laughed so hard at this!!! She's too funny!!
I find her hysterical and adorable. What a fun ball of personality and sweetness you have there!!!
These little posts have got to be my most favorite of all the blog posts ever!
"I can't find my wine.." Story of my life.