That's what she said, part II

So Ellison is definitely getting to the age where she says lots of funny things.

I was using Nick's Xbox fitness app the other day, which necessitates use of the Xbox controller. Ellison knows the Xbox (and its controller) are daddy's and that these items fall under the "no touch" category. She walks up to me with a look of consternation on her little face.

E: Mommy, no no. Gih tha daddy. [translation: Give that to daddy.]
B: Huh?
E: No, no, gih tha daddy. Thas daddy's. [translation: That's daddy's.]

Nick and I both cracked up. Also, she's really gotten into the "good boy" thing and says it whenever Nick or I do something that pleases her, such as buckle her properly into her car seat.

That's what she said

So Ellison comes up with some pretty funny things to say. Acknowledging that many of them are only funny to Nick and me, here's one I think might hold broader appeal. And remember, you have to read her line with a little toddler voice.

A little background first... she likes to mimic us talking to the dogs. She frequently tells them, "Get back," "Move," and "No, no, bad dog." The other day I fixed something she'd broken.

B: OK, sweet pea. Here it is. All better.
E: [smiling] Good boy, Mommy. Good boy.

No longer pregnant Bethie

So the last time I posted, it was about Mexican food and baby names, remember? Well, a lot has changed since then, my e-amigos. I'd just settled myself into the fact that I had 1) no idea and 2) no control over when Widget would make his debut. So just like when you swear off boys for reals and then meet the love of your life the next day (no it's true), it happened just like that.
I spent all day last Saturday cleaning and scrubbing, and we enjoyed some art at Tim's solo gallery opening that evening. Elle makes a pretty lousy third wheel, so we headed home early and hit the hay.
I woke up around midnight with some abdominal pain. I decided to pay attention to it but that if I fell asleep before it came back, it was nothing. Well, 2 hours later I finally woke Nick up. I was just so worried about being one of the crazy preggos who cries labor wolf; I wanted to make sure it was the real deal. So then Jen and Chile came over around 3:00 am (seriously, only a good friend would do that), and Nick and I took off to the hospital. He apparently didn't actually feel my pain like so many men seem say in the delivery room because had he, he would have driven a LOT faster.
So there's all the usual hospital happenings, like paperwork, peeing in a cup, paperwork, witty banter with the nurse to drop subtly that I'm a doctor so she knows I know what's going on, EPIDURAL! (props to that anesthesia resident), and some more papers to sign. Several hours later, abracadabra, alakazam... we have a baby!
Archer William Scholz is now home with us whether he likes it or not. Elle loves giving him hugs and kisses, and Gramzie is over the moon for her new grandson.. Nick and I are settling into a little sleep-deprived routine, and life in general is resetting nicely to our "new normal."

I'm too tired to be much wittier than that right now. So in lieu of jokes, I've got pictures. Razzle dazzle, 'em, right?