Liam: "Isla, this is a girl decoration for my camera. But it does not mean I am a girl. I am a boy. OKAY?"
Isla: "Gurrl. Gurrl. Gurrl."
Liam: "ISLA. I AM NOT A GIRL. I am a BOY."
Isla: "Gurrl. Gurrl. Gurrl."
Liam runs into the bathroom, where I was, listening to their conversation while I brushed my teeth.
Liam: Mom. Isla keeps saying I'm a girl.
Me: Oh no she's not, Liam. She just likes to repeat what you say.
Isla runs in to join us. She points a chubby finger right at Liam and shouts, as clear as anything
"Liam dis a Gurrl! Liam dis a Gurrl!"
Another quick one:
I recently taught Isla to say "I am a Mommy's girl." It is really cute, because she says it like this "Eyeyah Mommy Gurrl". Well...the other day when I asked her to say it she gave me a look of defiance and said "Eyeyah Dead-Ee-Kah Gurrl!" And then she laughed. She was telling me she was Jessica's girl, not mine.
3 comments:
pushing his buttons already!! ha ha!
and yes, you are correct about the blog name. and the little tie onesies came from deseret book (super overpriced i'm sure - that's what the grandparents are for).
Oh, you are so lucky to have J-White be your child's best friend. I am so jealous you have one of my three favorite ex-roommates over at your house on a weekly basis to spoil your children.
Hahahahah - your little Isla is going to grow up to be just like Mommy! So precious. ;)
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