Words from my (now 5 year old) daughter.
see also Tasslenisms One ♥ Tasslenisms Two ♥ Tasslenisms Three
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Tasslen: I’m so excited for this day! I’ve been waiting for it for soooo long, since yesterday.
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Tasslen tells us a Halloween story at dinner and says, “… then the skeleton shook its bones like it had never been boned before.”
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While talking about future milestones, Tasslen says, “when I’m newly married – you know, still alive”
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In order to get to ten days, you’ve got to have nine nights.
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Tasslen: Remember when I said we should name Odin “Guess” before he was born?
Me: Yes, that was pretty funny.
Tasslen: His nickname would be “Get it?”!
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And little miss Tasslen just told me what she calls the first slice of bread out of the bag; “oh, mom, that is crap.”
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Tasslen just asked me to help her burp her babies: Susie and Boozey.
Boozey doesn’t seem to need any help with that.
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Tasslen: This is me fishing with a tiara and wand.
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Tasslen anticipating a visit with a friend: And I’ll bring my unicorn, and she’ll have her unicorn, and they’ll both be trusty sidekicks…
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Tasslen: Chugga chugga choo choo! Kids and everyone, keep your hands and arms inside the vehicle. There are poison ivy tires!
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Tasslen (while showing 2 year old brother how to slide down the stairs): Odin remember, don’t try this at home.
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Tasslen: This rain is like a bedtime story putting me to sleep, so soft and pretty.
Nighty Night Tasslen
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Ron: Come on Tasslen, time to go.
Tasslen: I’m in a game, Dad, click the arrow keys to move me around.
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Me: Odin is talking a lot. What happens when he learns more words?
Tasslen: I’m going to get in a lot more trouble.
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So you know your daughter is famous when people say to you, “you look just like Tasslen.”
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I agree with Tasslen, “those were great fairy-works!”
#fireworks
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So Tasslen just asks me, “why did God make humans?”
I get ready for a thoughtful ponder, when she tells me “to feed the doggies, silly!”
I can go with that
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Ron: Tasslen, don’t run into your brother with the cart.
Tasslen: Dad, it’s not a cart, it’s a strollah.
Glad that’s all straightened out
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So Tasslen tells me each day that we walk by the new Bank RI building in town, “I’m going to buy that when I’m sixteen and turn it into a ballroom, and dance, dance, dance.”
Ok.
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Tasslen says while listening to a story from my mom, “I don’t know that word.” “Which word?” says mom. “Obey.”
That seems about right.
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Tasslen was playing doctor with her stethoscope and a toy sheep and says, “let me check your heart…. Oh, it’s baaaahhaaaaadddd.”
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Tasslen told me today I was a “one of A heck” yeah, she’s a peach…. ;-)
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Tasslen is looking forward to rooting for her favorites, Ells-birdie and Big Poppins. #redsox
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So I pass the phone over to Tasslen with the number for grandma’s already dialed… She stands there holding it silently against her ear. I ask, “did she pick up yet?”
Taz says, “no, it’s still loading.”
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So I guess it goes without saying that if you tell a three year old with a hose, “you can spray anything EXCEPT your brother in the stroller,” that you are pretty much guaranteed a soaked baby…
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After one of her recent living room singing performances, Tasslen bows and says, “thank you to the corroboration for pubbbick broadcasting and viewers like you”
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Tasslen broke open her fortune cookie and said “home is where you are loved.” She made that one up herself, but got us pretty excited for a moment thinking she could read!
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Tasslen’s idea for her baby brother’s name is “Guess.”
Apparently she wants him to live out a lifetime of Abbot and Costello routines…
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After watching a tv show about talent, I asked Tasslen what she thought her talent was. She said, “walking around and funny stuff.”
Yep
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Taz took a spill this morning when running on pavement. After much crying, Stella ran into a puddle of water and shook all over her. Taz stopped crying and said, “laughing makes me better.”
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So Tasslen and I pull up to the check-out line at Walmart, right behind a 14 year old boy with a tall mohawk, his mom and older sister. Tasslen shouts out with glee: “he hair, it look like a chicken!” His mom and sister really appreciated the comment.
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Tasslen’s physics lesson for today: “When you spit down daayyah (the upstairs heat register), it goes downstairs.”
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Tasslen was having a cup of ice cream out with her dad, then as was leaving Brickley’s said, “but I want a pine cone.”
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Tasslen insists that I make her stuffed animals “talk” nearly continually to her. So this morning I decided they would sing only Bob Dylan songs to her.
I think she’s done with that.
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Yes, we were kicked out of library storytime for an overabundance of enthusiasm
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Quotes above are from Thursday, December 22, 2011- Friday, March 6, 2015
see also Tasslenisms One ♥ Tasslenisms Two ♥ Tasslenisms Three