Our funny, funny girl

Elle's vocabulary and communication skills have majorly progressed in the last few weeks, from advanced to advanced-er. (I know, more advanced. I know, I know!) Her personality is more obvious and entertaining every day, and I find myself trying to remember funny things that she's done every day. Here are a few things that I'd like to remember forever:

We were grocery shopping last weekend, and Elle said "'Cuse me." I figured she had farted and was happy that she'd excused herself. But then, seconds later, the solemn accusation: "Mommy farted."

Tim took Elle to a baseball game on Monday - just a few innings, but it was Daddy/daughter time. Before they left, Elle was excitedly standing near the door (she's a big believer in "Ready go! Ready go!"). She saw Tim coming down the hall and said "That's my daddy!" I nearly melted (but kept myself together so I could enjoy two hours of having the condo to myself). 

I heard Elle talking to some of her stuffed animals one night: "Hi guys, it's me." A few minutes later, she walked down the hall and said "Hi Daddy, it's me, Elle Belle."

Little girl is in love with "sungasses":

Elle's love of shoes continues, and we've introduced a Florida staple: Flip flops. Or, as Elle calls them, "bop bops."

Every time Elle talks about the Easter Bunny, it comes out "Easter Money."

I asked her what she wanted for breakfast this week and she said "candy."

When Tim gets ready for work, he turns on some music for Elle, puts her in her crib with some toys and books and tells her he's going to take a shower. Elle was playing with two stuffed cats last night, and I heard her telling them "I'm going to go take a shower, OK?"

She's creative, curious and experimental ... one night last week I found several toys that didn't belong in this:

I told Elle I needed to blow my nose, and Elle started running down the hall, enthusiastically calling "Come on! Come on!" for me to follow her. She led me all the way to the tissues.

As I rocked her before bed tonight, Elle kept saying "Open wide!" to her Big Bird stuffed animal and poked around in his mouth

Elle loves to narrate our noises and actions: "Mommy growling! Mommy yawning!" Another favorite? My fake crying. It cracks her up every time to see Mommy get emotional. So, "Mommy crying," big fat hahaha.

Tim hates that I often say something is funny and don't laugh. He contends that if it was actually something I found to be humorous, I would laugh, not pronounce it funny. But Elle has started the proclamations, too, saying "That's funny." She does usually pair it with an adorable giggle or irresistible smile, but it's often the initial "That's funny, Mommy" that does me in.

She's a Sesame Street-loving drama queen:

Elle is loving her new childcare arrangements. She talks about all of the kids and adults constantly, loves to tell me that one of the girls is "too loud! Ella too loud!" and remembers a day last week when the kids played on the trampoline with water. (Mere mentions of the trampoline prompt "Jump! Jump" from Elle.)

I scored some awesome deals at Old Navy again last week, and this time, I found two sets of pajamas for Elle for 97 CENTS EACH. (LESS THAN A DOLLAR.) But I would have paid full price for them, just to hear the way Elle says helicopter, the object that is all over the pants and the central image on the pajama top.

Elle is usually pretty agreeable about holding our hands when we're out walking. She'll often reach up to me and say "hold Mommy's hand?" and I happily oblige. The only problem is that she likes to hold on to one finger. This wouldn't be a problem except sometimes she loses her balance or stops suddenly, and I fear that Tim or I are going to end up with a dislocated finger.

Dislocation danger.