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That's pronounced Fee-Bee-Ah

Last night Phoebe said, "I got hurt at school today!"

"Oh no!" I replied. "What happenened?"

"I bonked my head. And I cried!"

"Did your teacher help you?" I asked.

"No...My teacher said she didn't see anything."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And my teacher said to get a number."

"What?"

"And my teacher said it was time to wock n woll."

"Okay...is your head okay now?"

"Yeth, Mamma."

"All right then."




Phoebe loves Shrek. Phoebe is obsessed with Shrek and watches at least one of the Shrek movies at least once a day. She talks about Shrek and "Biona" and the Donkey, and she asks me to help her re-enact her favorite scene from Shrek II: "Are we there yet?" "NO!" "Are we there yet?" "NO!" "Are we there yet?" "NO!" "Where are we going?"
"Far...far...away!"

The other night we were in Target and Chris plucked from an endcap a can of -- "Shrek thoup!" Phoebe exclaimed. She was extraordinarily excited about this soup, and it was on clearance (eww, clearance soup!) so I bought it for her. She asked to hold it when we got to the car and she clutched it the whole way home. The next morning she saw it on the counter -- "It's my Shrek thoup!" she shouted -- so we had to take it with us to school. I convinced her to leave it in the car once we got there, and she agreed, after giving the can a big kiss first. That night she got home and had a loving reunion with her can of Shrek thoup. "I want to eat this, Mamma, in my mouth!" she said. So I cooked it up and served it to her (after draining off the broth, which I knew she wouldn't eat, and I also would've picked out the chicken and vegetables except this can of chicken noodle soup had about three pieces of chicken and maybe five itsy bitsy bits of carrot). She ate the Shrek noodles and "Biona" noodles and Donkey noodles while saying, "I love this, it's so good!" But when her bowl was empty she pushed it away and said, "I don't like Shrek thoup!"




Phoebe has started to add an extra syllable to many of her words. No has become No-ah, shampoo is shampoo-ah, okay is okay-ah, and I've become Mamma instead of Mommy even though her grandma is also "Mama" and everyone is getting very confused. It's kind of contagious, too; this morning I caught myself telling Mallory to close the door-ah on her way out.




A few nights ago Phoebe found a pad of post-it notes and a pen and announced that she was "writing work". Mallory said, "Hey Phoebe, are you writing your name?" Phoebe agreed. "How do you spell your name?" Mallory asked. Phoebe said, "D R E Y F!" Mallory repeated the question several times and Phoebe recited the same letters each time. Chris came in from down the hall and said, "Hey Phoebe, how do you spell your name?"

Phoebe turned to him, pen in hand, and said very firmly and with great emphasis, "D! R! E! Y! F!"

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aimee said…
What a funny girl. :)

Seth says thank you for the birthday card too!

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