This is a super hodge-podge of a post, but I just need to post it. I've been keeping a word document on my desktop of many "Molli-isms" that I don't want to forget but I never really finished it or put it together in a way that makes any sense. So whatever. I can post a weird blog if I want. And I do because otherwise it'll likely never be finished.
So here you go. All but the last paragraph are old. (Don't worry, she's not sick again)
My Molli is sick again. I cannot tell you how sad this makes
me. No parent likes to see their
little one sick, but it seriously seems like one illness goes away just in time
for the new one to kick in. As
tired as I am of it, I know she must be so ready to feel well again. Poor
thing.
The only bright side is that her voice crackles and squeaks
when she’s sick, and it sounds so sweet.
Also, when she’s really not feeling well, she’ll snuggle and ask for me
to hold her. Don’t mind if I
do!
I offered her anything her heart desired for breakfast
because when she gets sick, she stops eating. I figured if she had the power to choose, she might
eat. She chose oatmeal, which we
are out of. So we made pancakes
together. She ate well, but was
particularly chatty over breakfast.
Hearing her talk made me realize that I needed to log some of her
precious, silly, or peculiar phrases and ways of speaking.
Heart-melting
I love to sit by/talk to/snuggle with/play with etc. you
Plaaay with me.
Lets talk about a story.
You are my flavorite
She regularly talks about how much she loves her brother but
one day she was in the bathtub, sick and wanting her mommy, but I had to feed
Gavin. She demanded, “put that big
chunker down and come to Molli.”
She calls Gavin’s mesh bag his “mush bag.”
Slippery = slickery
Cozy= clothesy
She checks for “boogies” (instead of bogies) on a walkie
talkie.
Throw up/spit up = blow up
I asked her to hand me my phone so I could ask it how long
it had been since Gavin ate (needed to check an app) and she tried to use Siri
(which I don’t have). Unlocks the
phone, pushes home button and says, “How long it’s been since Gav ate?”
Molli went to bed early and has been playing in there
instead of sleeping, which is fine and normal. She was singing, reading her
Bible, playing with her guys and with whatever else she could reach. Then I heard the songs change from the
ABC’s to “Bad boys, bad boys, whatchya gonna do, whatchya gonna do when they
come for you?” I had to laugh at her ridiculous song choice and checked the
monitor just in time to see her hop back into bed and she said, “nope, they’re
not coming for me!”
