I’m sure I’ve said this before, but I am not a baby-book/scrapbook person. I bought baby books for both of the kids because I feel like I should fill them out, but they just sit there on the counter staring me down day after day and make me feel more guilty for leaving them blank. Each kid has a big storage box that I put memorabilia in, but that’s about it. Anyway, I view this blog as my baby book for the kids, and I hope I can keep up with it until they are much older. I think it will be neat to one day print all of the posts and bind them for the kids – maybe on their wedding days or something. So in the spirit of saving things for posterity, here are Harper’s most recent words-of-wisdom…

Roman: (stands up at piano and starts banging on it)
Harper: “That’s beautiful, Woah-man!”

Harper’s favorite phrase as of late has been “same time,” which she thinks means “same kind.” We assume she is combining “same type” with “same kind,” but she could just very well be confused. Here are some examples:

“Look, Woah-man and Harper are wearing same time PJ’s!” (I put them in their matching Christmas PJ’s)
“We are bowf eating da same time!” (they were eating spinach quiche)
“No, I want da same time as Daddy.” (demanding some of his cereal)

We had Georgetown Cupcake (the best establishment on Planet Earth) a few weeks ago and mid-cupcake Harper all of a sudden became very frustrated:

Harper: “I need his outfit!”
Portman: “His outfit? Whose outfit?”
Harper: “I just need his outfit!” (louder)
(says it repeatedly, louder and louder)
(finally wiggles onto the table and reaches for the cupcake/muffin paper thing that we had torn off before giving her the cupcake)
Harper: “See dares da cupcake’s outfit!”
(proceeds to put the paper back on the cupcake and keep eating)

Clearly this is from an episode of Little Einsteins that I haven’t seen, because I have no idea what she’s talking about:

Harper: “It was a Aztec”
Me: “An Aztec?”
Harper: “Uh-huh a Aztec for da snake.”

And some other gems:

Me: “Harper, are you going to eat that grape?”
(tilts her head to the side and looks at me thoughtfully)
Harper: “No, it’s probably just yucky.”

Me: “Harper, do you want to have dinner with Ellie tonight?”
Harper: “Yeah, and we gonna eat wif mommy Ellie too.”
Me: “You mean Ellie’s mommy?”
Harper: “Mmm-hmm, mommy Ellie.”