No rocks for Hannah

We hung our stockings the other night. I told Hannah that Santa brings toys for good girls but rocks inthe stockings for naughty ones. With a look on her face, she said:

HANNAH: But I'm a good girl so no hard rocks for me. Santa will bring me Hippo game (ever since she saw the commercial for the hungry hungry hippo game, she has been telling me Santa will bring her this game.)

Dr. Hannah

Talking to daddy:

HANNAH: Lay down daddy. I want to check your belly button for cooties.

Have no idea where she learned that! She is quite the doctor in training. She knows where her heart is (physical location) and likes to play with my stethoscope, listening to the heart sounds...lub dub.

No looking

Hannah getting mad at Mommy.

HANNAH: Don' t look at me (hiding her face in the corner).
Peeking out to see if I am looking at her. I said don't look at me.
MOMMY: But you're so pretty to look at.
HANNAH: I said don't look at me.
MOMMY: Are you mad at me? Are you pouting?
HANNAH: Yes.

Tuesday

HANNAH: I'll be back, okay. I'll come back in a minute.
MOMMY: Where are you going?
HANNAH: I dunno.
MOMMY: When are you coming back?
HANNAH: Tuesday

Don't know what is so special about Tuesday but that's always the day that she will be back from wherever she is going.

Eating dinner

In an attempt to get Hannah to eat one more bite of dinner tonight:

MOMMY: Hannah, here's one more bite of chicken and corn.
HANNAH: But I'm baby's mommy (pointing to the baby in her stroller).
MOMMY: Well, mommies have to eat dinner. See I am eating my dinner.
HANNAH: But I am only pretend mommy.
MOMMY: Even pretend mommies have to eat.
HANNAH: Well, I have to do homework. I must do homework.


There you go...too occupied to eat.

Why?

This is what some of our daily conversations are like:

MOMMY/DADDY: Hannah, blah, blah, blah (fill in whatever you wish)
HANNAH: why?
MOMMY/DADDY: Because blah, blah, blah
HANNAH: why?
MOMMY/DADDY: more blah, blah, blah
HANNAH: why?

Okay so you get the idea.

I did it! I did it!

I went poo-poo in the potty! No more pooping in my panties! Mommy's taking me to Disneyworld!

Mommy's side note: A week ago I told Hannah that if she went poo-poo in the potty we could go to Disneyworld where Cinderelli lives along with Mickey, Minnie, Donald, and all her other favorite characters. We've been potty-trained (at least the #1 part) for a while now but #2 was a bit difficult for Hannah. So after much crying and pain, we finally did it!

Way to go Hannah girl!