Bella-isms

Bella, when not making me shake my fist at the sky in frustration over her not napping (see Exhibit A),

EXHIBIT A

cracks me up all the time. Her chatterbox ways combined with her two-year-old way of thinking makes for delightful moments.

Brace yourself, I'm about to go Reader's Digest on you. But what can you do? Kids! They say the darndest things.

• Bella was wearing a new pair of pajama pants she got from G.G. - her great-grandma. She walked over to where I was folding clothes and said, "See these?" and gestured to her pants. She continued, "These are not good pants. They go into my bottom," and turned around to show me her bum. Aw...baby's first wedgie.

• She asked to check my ears and upon inspecting them, announced they were full of "racks and junk."

• I got Oliver up from his nap and changed his clothes and brought him to where Bella and I were playing. She studied him with a serious look on her face before turning to me and announcing, "I don't like those pants." I asked her why she didn't like them and she responded, "They have a problem." Then I asked her what the problem was and she pointed to the rolled cuff and said, "You rolled them. That's a problem."

• On Halloween Husband's work hosted a little pizza party for his team and their spouses & children. As we pulled up to his large building, Bella gasped and said, "Look! A castle!" The thrills didn't end there - she got to wear her lion costume and roar at people and then we ate pizza and cookies and she loved it. The next day she asked where daddy was and I, knowing she knew he was at work, asked her a question back: "Where do you think Daddy is?" Her answer: "Daddy is at his castle. He's eating pizza with his friends."

And now that I've typed this all up I'm thinking she's the cutest thing in the world and I want to scoop her up out of bed and cuddle with her and THAT'S HOW THEY GET YOU, THOSE TODDLERS. They go super cute on you just when you are at your wit's end.