Monday, May 17, 2010

Two new things to be sure I don't forget...

Nan's current favorite word (and response to every prompt, question, remark, or concern): NEVER!!!!!!

She recently dealt with her first nasty stomach virus. In the midst of one very messy episode, so proclaimed: "I throwed up again, Mommy." And I KNEW in an instant that my child has lead a healthy and fortunate existence thus far. You see, she didn't throw up at all. She had diarrhea. She's never had either one, so she assumed that explosive diarrhea WAS throwing up.

Thursday, March 4, 2010


My child hearts Mexican food. This love has opened the door for several funny Nan-isms.
1. It is not Mexican is Mek-skuh-gun food.
2. No matter how many times I try to correct her, a burrito is not a burrito. It is a buh-hee-ho.
3. She sure does love some chee dip. Not cheese dip, y'all...chee dip. Even though she knows exactly how to say the word "cheese," she has firmly held to the original toddler-Nan pronunciation. And she can take down an entire bowl full of chee dip in one sitting (although at least a third of it ends up on the table, on her shirt, or in her hair).

Are you sure you're just four?

Four new catch-phrases that have been put into regular rotation by Miss Nancy Ann Boone:
1. Nobody understands me (sometimes followed by: because I'm a kid).
2. Whatever.
3. Fine.
4. Fine...whatever.
I don't recall utilizing these little verbal gems until I was at least 13 or 14.
What is she going to start saying when she's 13 or 14? I shudder to think...
At least it's funny when she says these now (although I would never let her know that...trying NOT to encourage petulance at this point).

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Cars have feelings too...

Nan decided that our cars needed names. Apparently they've been living a half-life---one without the benefit of given names. So here are Nan's choices for our cars:
Mine= Christy Star-toes
Shannon's= Kyle Tyler (after her two boyfriends at school...Daddy wasn't thrilled with this explanation)


I want to recall something Nan mentioned earlier this week. She talks about 'Baby Will' all the time...about missing him, and how he is her brother, and how she loves him. She talks about him just as much now as when he was with us. And Sunday she told me that she has dreams about him all the time. In her dreams he is big like her and he goes to the playground with her and they have fun and talk and play (and sometimes I forget to pick them up from the playground...that part doesn't sound so great to me). And I wish I could dream those dreams with her.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Cause I'm a Rockstar...

Nan was given a guitar (a real one...albeit child-sized) by her Uncle Roy this week. This new development has helped her reach the conclusion that she wants to be a rock star when she grows up. Before she received the guitar, it was a toss up between ballerina and rock star.
But after much consideration, she has decided that Nancy Ann Boone is not an appropriate moniker for a rock star. So it was announced to me, with much fanfare, that she has chosen a more fitting name for her future endeavors:
Nan: "Just call me Susan Petshop. Cause I'm a rock star."