Kiss It

About two days ago, Sailor, you and I were having breakfast.  You, as usual, asked for your "why-tees" (whytees = vities = vitamins).  I hopped up and grabbed your Juice Plus chewables, which you LOVE and ask for multiple times a day, only to be sorely disappointed when, EVERY DAY, I inform you that we only have them ONCE a day.  Although, sometimes you're just so cute and irresistible when you show off your grin framed by your fuzzed-out curly hair and say, "WHY-TEES, TEASE." (Vities PLEASE) that I'll give you ONE more of each at the end of the day.  The other day you even remembered that I'll sometimes concede a second round when, after first hearing a no, you responded with a serious negotiation face, one finger up in the air and the word, "ONE."  I conceded to that, too.  I mean, seriously girl, you tried to NEGOTIATE.  Gotta be a little proud of that.

ANYWAY, you were eating your vitamins at breakfast when you let out a yelp and started crying.  It was clear that you had bit either your tongue or cheek.  I told you I understood how that hurts.  You, as you are apt to do when you get ANY kind of injury, whined, "Kiss it."  I, of course, said I would.  I leaned over to kiss your face and you leaned in and OPENED YOUR MOUTH, assuming I was going to kiss the EXACT SPOT YOU HAD BIT.  And this is what you looked like:

Not the MOST appealing, but you're just so cute.  I gave you a "feel better" kiss o the side of your mouth, which instantly made it "better."  You told me so yourself.

Me, Sailor

I can't get over the new things my daughter does and says EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

For instance, she LOVES to go into my husband's office and sit on his lap and watch episodes of Caillou (WHAT is up with the colors they've chosen for their house??) and color on printer paper with washable markers while my husband tries to keep up with email on his Blackberry.  She ususally just points to his office and says, "Dada. Dada.  'Mere (like "come here")."  Today, she looked at him and said, "Dada. Office."  

I know OFFICE doesn't seem that exciting, but when it's NEW and you realize it's the FIRST TIME, it's totally cool.

Also - and this is adorable - she INTRODUCED herself to her friend today!!  We're part of the most amazing mommy group and every other Thursday one of the mommies hosts what we call "Music Play."  It's basically like a "Music with Mommy" class, but it's just our group and the leader has her degree in awesome music stuff, so she's made the playdate UNBELIEVABLY AWESOME.  

ANYWAY, her daughter's name is Summer and Sailor walks up to Summer today and says, "Hi, Summer!" then she points to herself and says, "Me, Sailor!"  OMG.  I about died.  It was so adorable and so awesome to see her catch on to such a SOCIAL MUST.  So cool.

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That's Me!

Last night, slowly sliding off her barely-too-big white wooden kid chair, I asked her, "Where's Sailor?"  She looked at me, confused.  Had the question been, "Where's dada?" or "Where's Sampson?" she simply would have pointed, repeating the name of who she was pointing to.  But to be asked where HERSELF was?  Hmm....

Where's Sailor?

As she continued to slide, she looked perplexed, but as if she was working swiftly through a Rubik's Cube, staring at the ground, deep in thought.

Her feet in the floor, her bum slid off the seat, she let go the back of the chair with her right hand, the matching table with the left, shot her eyes up to me, pointed to her chest and exclaimed, "SAILOR!" (Well, minus the "S" sound and the "L" sound.)

We clapped!  Yay!  She found Sailor!  And then she pointed to herself again and said, "Me."

Being a mom is so cool.