In celebration of 3 years: Lydiaisms

Lydia is three years old today.

Lydia with the birthday balloon she selected for herself.

I cannot believe she is growing so fast. And yet, with some of the things she says, sometimes I can't believe she's just turning three. In celebration of her witticisms and sly sense of humor, I present some gems I've kept track of over the last year of her life:

Post-nap, inexplicable tantrum.

5/6/12
"I don't want to go to night night in my big girl bed."

6/16/12
Lydia upon seeing a stuffed Angry Birds toy at Target: "Are those mad penguins?"

6/19/12
"Isn't daddy sexy?" while looking at a photo album with pictures of Jeff.

6/27/12
Me: "OK! It's bath time!"
Lydia: "I want to cuddle on your bed."
Me: "Oh, OK!" (cuddling commences)
Lydia: "I love you!"

7/22/12
Lydia: "I don't have a tail. I have a butt only. I can jump with my butt!"

8/13/12
As Lydia and Jeff Schram are having a rave dancing to The Glitch Mob, Lydia screamed at me, "Mama! You can dance - you have a tutu!!" 
For the record, I was wearing a skirt. 

Typical outfit for a basement dance party.

8/26/12
Mommy: "Do you want to go to church today?" 
Lydia: "Yeah!" 
Mommy: "Are you going to play with kids?" 
Lydia: "I'm going to cry and say, 'I want my mama.'"

Lydia the tattooed lady.

8/28/12
Lydia: "I farted!" 
Me: "Oh, yeah, I smell it. That's stinky." 
Lydia: "Yeah. It's a deep, dark fart."

9/7/12
Conversation that ensued when I went to get Lydia out of bed: 
Me: Opens door. 
Lydia: "Hi, Laura." 
Me: Laughs. 
Lydia: "Are you Laura?" 
Me: "Yes, but you're supposed to say, 'Hi, Mommy.'" 
Lydia: Laughs. 
Me: "C'mere. Gimme a hug!" 
Lydia: "No. Let's go downstairs."

9/27/12
Insight from Lydia on breast feeding: "That's not chocolate milk in your nipples."

10/3/12
"The whole wide world is my cookies."

Penny the pumpkin.

10/16/12
Me after Lydia fell in the mud: "We just need to change your pants."
Lydia: "We need to put on some new hand-me-downs."
10/22/12
Lydia's position on the philosophical debate about the moral status of plant life: "Apples and oranges don't talk."

A Michigan football Saturday.

10/27/12
We drove by Cobblestone Farm and said to Lydia, "That is where mommy and daddy got married!" 
She said, "Are you still married?"

11/4/12
On a new cheese sample: "It's like feta. It's stinky and yummy."

11/9/12
Lydia: "I wanna breast feed." 
Me: "You can't breast feed until you have a baby." 
Lydia: "I have a baby. A baby sister."

First underwear. She picked "Cars" themed.

11/20/12
Lydia's response to my statement that she is being rude: "I like to be rude."

11/26/12
Lydia says she has to sell tofu so she can "festicate." 

12/2/12
Me: "You can just sip your soup out of the bowl since that's how they do it in Japan." 
Lydia: "Where's Japan?" 
Me: "It is far away across the ocean." 
Lydia: "I wanna go to the ocean and find Japan."

12/7/12
Lydia was pretending to make me a pie, and I asked her, "Is it pumpkin pie?" 
"No, it's donut pie," she replied.

12/21/12
Lydia looked in her potty and told me, "I pooped a 's'!" 

1/4/13
Lydia: "I just got married!" 
Me: "What? Married?" 
Lydia: "I got pretend married." 
Me: "Who did you marry?" 
Lydia: "I married myself."

1/16/13
Lydia, whining. 
Me: "What's up?" 
Lydia: "I wanna love you." 
I try to hug her. 

Lydia's first Christmas concert.

Lydia: "Don't do that!!" 
Me: "OK!" 
Lydia, whining, "I LOVE YOU!" 
Me: "I love YOU, too!" 
Lydia" "DON'T SAY THAT!!!!!"

1/20/13
Lydia: (Burps.) 
Me: "What do you say when you burp?" 
Lydia: "Hai-YA!" (accompanied by a karate chop.)

1/27/13
Me: "Lydia, why are you throwing your costumes all over the floor?" 
Lydia: "I'm just sprinkling them."

2/7/13
What Lydia told me when I went into her room in the morning: "I can't get outta this bed cuz it has poop on it."

2/8/13
"I want to float in the air like Mary Poppins. I can do that when I get bigger." 

2/15/13
Lydia: "I want everyone to go to work." 
Me: "Really? Why?" 
Lydia: "I wanna be home by myself." 
(Long silence as I contemplate that this conversation shouldn't happen for at least 5 more years.) 
Me: "You can't stay home by yourself for a loooong time. Not until you are 12 years old." 
Lydia: "I'll do that tomorrow. When I wake up I'll be 12 tomorrow."

2/28/13
"My baby sister's not gonna go back in your belly."

3/8/13
"Mom, go away so I can be naughty."

3/31/13
Me: "Lydia, how was church?" 
Lydia: "The play church was really awesome, mom."


4/12/13
"Are you my real mom?"

4/14/13
Lydia: "Mom, you're married." 
Me: "Yeah. Who am I married to?" 
Lydia: "Me!"

4/16/13
As I attempted to get Lydia dressed after bath time, she informed me: " Mom, I'm a pirate. Pirates don't wear underwear."

4/19/13
Lydia is curious about other languages and kept asking me how to say things in various languages. She asked, "How do you say 'taco' in Spanish?" 

4/23/13
"Princesses don't pick their noses."

4/29/13

Jumping off her birthday gift.

While driving in Kerrytown, Lydia informs us: "This is near Zingerman's, guys." 

5/4/13 (Her birthday)
Her thoughts on her Toy Story cupcake that we baked together: "It's yum."

Stupormom

I have heard parents of older children talk about how challenging mornings are - getting everyone fed, dressed and out the door for school. I thought that I had a while before I would have to deal with that, since my kids are at home with our beloved Judy when I'm at the office. So in theory, they don't need to be dressed and fed before I'm out the door on the days I work outside the home. Yet, I usually feel like it's part of my motherhood job to feed my children each morning and get them dressed. I also feel like it's part of my motherhood job to prepare healthy meals for dinner and do laundry. I mean, I work at the office fewer hours than Jeff, and I actually love cooking, so our division of labor makes sense, right? Thus, I've been trying to do all that - meet my alter-ego Supermom! But several mornings lately, I realized I'm no Supermom. I'm Stupormom - barely able to respond to stimuli because I'm already spent by 8:30AM.

Take this morning. My parents are coming to town, and I wanted to have a nice meal ready for them. So I planned to make chili in the morning and have it hot and ready when I get home from the office to serve everyone. I also had baskets of laundry to do, and didn't want my parents to see our house in disarray and our kids with no clean clothes to wear. So, I figured I'd just do our morning "get fed, get dressed" routine while also doing these other few things. I showered and got the chili almost done before the girls even woke up, and was feeling like Supermom. I got them dressed pretty easily and we all sat down for breakfast.

Does it count as "getting my kid dressed" if this is the resulting ensemble?

I planned to cook some cornbread with Lydia and throw in a load of laundry after everyone was fed. There was one hour remaining until I had to leave for the office at that point - "This Supermom gig isn't that tough!" I thought to myself. Lydia finished her breakfast and was quietly reading a book, and Anna was still eating little bits of beets in her highchair (what baby doesn't love beets for breakfast?). I figured this was my moment to run up and get the laundry baskets, so I stirred the chili quickly and did just that. I jogged up and down the stairs and dropped the baskets in the kitchen - it felt like less than three minutes that I was gone. I looked up from the laundry baskets to find Anna covered in puke from head to toe, including lots of little chunks of beets, and holding a bottle of baby medicine. "Lydia, did you give her that??" I demanded. She confessed she did. Apparently Anna had gagged herself on the baby medicine bottle in my absence? Or choked on a beet? "At least she didn't choke to death while I wasn't watching," I thought to myself. I pondered what story I would tell the police if she had choked. I precariously tried to get Anna into the sink, while attempting to avoid getting my silk work sweater covered in green puke (before the beets, Anna was eating a spinach-based homemade baby purée that Stupormom's alter-ego Supermom had made). I got down to her diaper, saw it was covered in puke, too, and ripped it off. I discovered: poop! "LYDIA, I need HELP?!?!!!!" I begged my toddler for a baby wipe. She tottered aimlessly over to where the wipes are, and I decided I had to get one myself. I got to the wipes at the same time as Lydia, and she sweetly handed me one. We ran back upstairs to get Anna redressed, and I then dragged the kids back down to the kitchen to make the corn bread. I dumped my Trader Joe's mix into a bowl, and went to grab milk out of the refrigerator - no milk. I poured out 3/4 of a cup of half-n-half before deciding that would be too much saturated fat (gotta keep my family healthy!). I poured the half-n-half it back into its container and scribbled "MILK" on a running grocery list I have of ingredients that I am out of and need before the weekend, when I "have to" (in my mind) cook a feast for Lydia's third birthday party, including two homemade batches of "Toy Story" inspired cupcakes. By the time I was on my way to work 20 minutes later, I had spoken with various loved ones (my mom, Judy and Jeff) to talk with them about various things I'd forgotten to do for or tell each of them. I realized I also had forgotten my parking pass, and called in to the front desk at work to see if we had a guest pass that I could use. 

As I turned my office lights on and attempted to text my mom a grocery list, a coworker kindly asked me how I'm doing. I felt speechless. Stupormom.