Before we release the Toots (hehe), a quick call for submissions: Mother's day in the US is coming up soon and I'd like to run some guest posts especially for mothers. I'm looking for posts along the lines of 'What being a Mama means to you', 'Favorite parts about being Mama', 'Most influential or profound thing you've learned being Mama', 'Funny Mama stories', etc. If you feel inspired to write something (and it doesn't have to be long) please send it to our email: toddletoots (at) gmail (dot) com. I'd like to start running them the beginning of May. Thank you for your consideration.
Let the Toots begin!
(this 1st one was suppose to be included in the Innocent Insults post, but it got overlooked and I apologize to Mary)
Mary Quite Contrary (@LincolnAndMe)
20month L calls every old or graying person with long(ish) scruffy hair "Scrooge".. He shouts it and points at them laughing out loud! He thinks they are Scrooge! Has been doing it since christmas! Men AND women. Anyone with gray/scruffy hair! He just points and goes "Scrooge!" Or "humbug"!
Michael C.
Me: "Hey M, are you sure grandpa has a toothbrush at his house for you?"
8yo Son: "Yeah dad, I'm 100% sure. Every time I go over there grandma pulls out a toothbrush from my childhood for me to use."
Me: "Your childhood?"
8yo Son: "Yeah that means from when I was a little child."
MamaCrass (@SassyPieHole)
Me:(where'd you put you're socks)
3yo daughter: "Where'd you put you're socks?"
Me:(stop it)
3yo: "Stop it!”
Me:(where are your socks)
3yo: "Where are your socks?"
Me:(stop it)
3yo: "Stop it!"
Me:(you're really frustrating me)
3yo: "I'm really frustrating myself!"
Small Girl (@SmallGirlTweets)
4yo: “My turn to hide Daddy. You look in all the other rooms and then at last in my room behind the chair to find me. Okay?"
Dainty B (@DaintyBallerina via @SmallGirlTweets)
Little boy next door: 'Look! I'm a dragonlion! No, a dandefly! No, a dragon dandy, (pause) ...I'm a fly!'
Laura M.
My 20month old daughter gets into my unmentionable’s drawer and puts a pair of my underwear on her head and my bra over her shoulders struts around and say’s: “Pannies. Mama’s pannies and ploopies (boobies)”
Mama's Toots...
Yesterday I put Lil Toot (21mo) down for a nap which she was more than ready for, but amazingly (since she had gotten up for the day at 5AM) got a 2nd wind. She didn't fuss, but began her personal monologue that I was privy to via my video monitor (probably my favorite baby gadget of all FYI).
To set the scene, she began playing with a couple of her favorite little stuffed animals that are in her crib for such occasions as this. Realize what is about to take place occurred over a period of about 30 min. She was talking to Elmo and then to her other 'guy' and laying each down for their own "nigh nigh" time. She then would jump up and play with them along her crib's edge. This of course made me nervous as I could see them plummeting to their pretend death and then nap time would be ruined because she simply must have Elmo! Phew all were safe. She would then lay down for a very brief moment and somewhere during all this she misplaced her binky so she was talking extra loud.
Now she was zooming around the inner perimeter of her crib like a race track, "Elmo! Boo! (the name of the other 'guy') Mama... Daddy... A says 'Ah', B says 'buh' 'buh', C says 'Kuh'... Out!... 18,19,20... T,U,V,W,X,Y,Z... sing with me...Yay, good job! (clapping)" all the while never fussing just getting louder and louder until she was simply shouting. -She tends to use counting and the alphabet as a self-soothing tool- Once again back at the edge making her guys play on the edge until the unthinkable happened and I hear, "Oh no, Oh no... Boo dropped!" and she remained looking out over the edge but to my surprise still not upset. She made another lap around the 'track' then stopped back to mourn her lost friend, "What happen Boo?... Boo fall down."
Moving on she sat with Elmo and shouted, "MAMA! MAMA!" again not upset just shouting wanting me to come save Boo. Quickly detoured she saw her little squishy book in her bed and gave a surprised intake of breath (it's always in there, but you'd think it was something brand new), "Book! Read Elmo," and she sat opening the book for Elmo. Then up again around the 'track' once more for the grand finale, flopped to her tummy, and was instantaneously asleep as if hit by narcolepsy.
Happy Tuesday!
MamaToots
Mama's Toots...
Yesterday I put Lil Toot (21mo) down for a nap which she was more than ready for, but amazingly (since she had gotten up for the day at 5AM) got a 2nd wind. She didn't fuss, but began her personal monologue that I was privy to via my video monitor (probably my favorite baby gadget of all FYI).
To set the scene, she began playing with a couple of her favorite little stuffed animals that are in her crib for such occasions as this. Realize what is about to take place occurred over a period of about 30 min. She was talking to Elmo and then to her other 'guy' and laying each down for their own "nigh nigh" time. She then would jump up and play with them along her crib's edge. This of course made me nervous as I could see them plummeting to their pretend death and then nap time would be ruined because she simply must have Elmo! Phew all were safe. She would then lay down for a very brief moment and somewhere during all this she misplaced her binky so she was talking extra loud.
Now she was zooming around the inner perimeter of her crib like a race track, "Elmo! Boo! (the name of the other 'guy') Mama... Daddy... A says 'Ah', B says 'buh' 'buh', C says 'Kuh'... Out!... 18,19,20... T,U,V,W,X,Y,Z... sing with me...Yay, good job! (clapping)" all the while never fussing just getting louder and louder until she was simply shouting. -She tends to use counting and the alphabet as a self-soothing tool- Once again back at the edge making her guys play on the edge until the unthinkable happened and I hear, "Oh no, Oh no... Boo dropped!" and she remained looking out over the edge but to my surprise still not upset. She made another lap around the 'track' then stopped back to mourn her lost friend, "What happen Boo?... Boo fall down."
Moving on she sat with Elmo and shouted, "MAMA! MAMA!" again not upset just shouting wanting me to come save Boo. Quickly detoured she saw her little squishy book in her bed and gave a surprised intake of breath (it's always in there, but you'd think it was something brand new), "Book! Read Elmo," and she sat opening the book for Elmo. Then up again around the 'track' once more for the grand finale, flopped to her tummy, and was instantaneously asleep as if hit by narcolepsy.
Happy Tuesday!
MamaToots
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