Two Year Olds Tell All of Your Business

I'm worn out!

This is one weekend that was neverending. Baby Boo has been here since Sunday and will go home on Tuesday but for some reason, it isn't getting easier. It's getting harder.

Maybe I'm just plain ol' old?

Here's a conversation that her and I had today.

Baby Boo: I see your boobs.

Me: No you don't. I have my shirt on so you can't see them.

Baby Boo: I have boobs. Wanna see my boobs?

Boo about turned blue from the thought of her lifting up her shirt to proudly "show" her boobs.
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Baby Boo: Momo, I a girl.

Me: Yeah, I know. I'm a girl too.

Baby Boo: No you not. You Momo.
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Baby Boo: I have goats. (Her mom just moved into a new house and they have 5 goats.)

Me: Wow! What do your goats eat?

Baby Boo: They eat bacon.

Now, I'm not sure about this but she insists that that's what they eat...bacon.
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Baby Boo: I hate my baby. (Holding her doll.)

Me: Why? Hating isn't nice. Why do you hate your baby?

Baby Boo: Cause she jealous. (I tried to test her to see if she understood what jealous meant and she has no idea.)
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Me: Why did you just put your hand in the toilet?

Baby Boo: I no know. Ummmm. It's wet.

Me: No joke. Let's go wash your hands with soap and water and wash them real good.
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Baby Boo: I love Susie.

Me: No, the video is called Annie not Susie.

Baby Boo: Okay, I love Annie. (She starts to sing...Tamayo Tamayo, I love ya, tamayo...)
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Baby Boo is sitting on my lap.

Baby Boo: Look Momo. See?

Me: What?

Baby Boo sticks out her finger. I have a booger.

Me: That is disgusting! Go get a kleenex. Boogers are gross and germy.

Baby Boo: They not disgusting. They from my nose.
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Exhaustion is putting it mildly. She has peed on the floor three times. Stuck her hand in the toilet. Fed the dogs her food. Argued with me ten billion times. In return, I reminded her that until she can pee in the toilet, she has no voice. I have attempted to hide from her in the bathroom 10 billion times, only for her to look under the door and say, "Momo, what you doing in there?" I have wiped up spilled juice, boogers, pee and fingerprints as well as little strips of paper from her newly learned art of cutting with scissors. I have reminded her to be honest 5 million times while she has asked me "Why?" at leat 20 billion times.

I only hope that this too shall pass. If not, I'm going to have to invest in some hair dye because I'll have a head full of gray before I'm 50.

Comments

Mandy said…
I can soooooo identify with this Simone. I have hid in the bathroom as well!

And my husband has the nerve to aske me why I seem so tired at the end of the day or ask me, "What did you do all day?" Ugh, don't get me started, I say and pour myself a glass of wine.
February 23, 2010 at 12:49 AM
Buckeroomama said…
LOL!!! The bathroom is where I take refuge, too! :)

I get the million why's, but I have to remind myself that it's good that they ask, because that's how they learn (assuming our explanations are always factual and not made up --like I sometimes do!).
February 23, 2010 at 2:37 AM
People Who Know Me Would Say: said…
I don't know how you do it! It reads funny, but I remember those days....especially the looking under the door and asking, "What are you doing in there?"

Hang on...she'll grow up before you know it...okay, maybe not before you know it, but once she's grown, it will all have seemed to go by in a flash....at least that's what they tell me. ;)
February 23, 2010 at 3:18 AM
Anonymous said…
Kids say the funniest things :0)
February 23, 2010 at 3:30 AM
Bagman and Butler said…
Yup! Grandchildren are so much fun but there is such a thing as too much of a good thing! My hair would turn gray too if I had any left.
February 23, 2010 at 3:55 AM
ethelmaepotter! said…
My favorite part is that you're not a girl - you're Momo!
February 23, 2010 at 5:33 AM
Nezzy (Cow Patty Surprise) said…
Just imagine her X8, woohoo and you'd have a picture of my life! Heeeheehe.

I loved the post, as frustrating as she may be she is just too darn cute! Betcha' didn't know ya'll weren't a girl!!! They do grow up way too fast.

God bless and have a super fun day!!!
February 23, 2010 at 5:50 AM
Sherry said…
Age 2. I'd forgotten a lot of it (you do over time, don't you?) until reading all of these experiences over the weekend...and oh 2...they aren't terrible because the child has tantrums, they are terrible because they wear us out!!

What disheartens me though is a 2 year old knowing "boobs" and to pull up her shirt. Too much media, too much knowledge for age 2. Nothing against her mother but it makes me wonder, what does she expose the child to and allow her to view?
February 23, 2010 at 5:55 AM
lagirl/Sweet Tea said…
LOL
If she wasn't so darn cute and sweet. I've fallen in love with baby Boo through all your Posts...But believe me, I "get" how tiring that can be because it's so constant. What a good MaMa you are.
February 23, 2010 at 6:36 AM
Ina in Alaska said…
Goats!

Bless your generous heart Simone. I could not do it. Yeah, "this too shall pass..... into tweens, then teens, ...... You get a gold star in my book!
February 23, 2010 at 6:46 AM
Mari said…
She is so funny! I can see how she would tire you out though - just the never ending talking can make you tired. That's why God gives us kids when we are younger!
February 23, 2010 at 6:47 AM
Anonymous said…
Cute and funny post!!! I'm sure it's taxing though. She's absolutely adorable. I love that she calls you momo!
February 23, 2010 at 8:12 AM
Deborah Ann said…
Haw haw...thanks for the belly laugh! I DO hope you are writing a book filled with all these precious acts! So cute and so gosh-darn hilarious!
February 23, 2010 at 8:27 AM
Maria said…
I think we all hide in the bathroom from time to time!!! I have to tell you, my daughter is four and those kinds of conversations just keep going. The difference is there are less messes thanks to finally being potty trained and proficiency with drinking cups, but there's also a heck of a lot more arguing and insistance that they are right and we, the adults, are wrong. I suppose it's a trade off. Honestly, I think it's a girl thing. Boys while often slower to potty train in general don't seem nearly as difficult. You'll get through it!!!
February 23, 2010 at 8:43 AM
Heart2Heart said…
Oh this will never grow old and no matter if we have children or grandchildren, these conversations will always play out.

Love and Hugs ~ Kat
February 23, 2010 at 10:14 AM
Emily said…
Thank you! You've just described my life! And expecially with the "snippings". My daughter is crazy about cutting with scissors and we have little bits of paper EVERYWHERE. Add my 19-month-old juice spiller into the mix and it's chaos over here!

So, what I meant to say was, it sounds crazy. Good luck!
February 23, 2010 at 10:27 AM
Debbie said…
Too funny! I still hide in the bathroom and my kids are almost grown:)
February 23, 2010 at 11:10 AM
Diva's Thoughts said…
Ooooohhhhhh!!! LOL I love it!
February 23, 2010 at 12:59 PM
Dimes2Vines said…
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February 23, 2010 at 1:19 PM
Dimes2Vines said…
Out of the mouthes of babes ... come the funniest things!
February 23, 2010 at 1:20 PM
Fragrant Liar said…
With four kids, I practically LIVED in the bathroom. And, trust me, there's no getting away from the boogers.
February 23, 2010 at 5:08 PM
Janie B said…
Thank Goodness for bathroom hideaways. Ha!
February 23, 2010 at 5:28 PM
Veronica Lee said…
LOL! Amen to bathroom sanctuaries!
February 23, 2010 at 7:11 PM
Shannon K. said…
The best part is that you can give her back right? I mean, you already did your full time stint at this before.

Take solice in the fact that I (am most others) are right there doing the same thing!
February 23, 2010 at 7:40 PM
Chapters From My Life said…
Want to change places.. I would surely love to check my love for kids with baby boo... LOL
February 24, 2010 at 3:44 AM
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