The other day Helena told me that Christopher Robin had to eat a dead squirrel for breakfast because she didn't have anything in her freezer.
She asked me yesterday what "phlegm" started with. She's all of a sudden into what letters and sounds are for what objects since learning that H is for Helena. She is constantly asking me, but the phlegm one was my favorite. And btw, I just told her it began with the sound "fffff". That was an easy question. A few days prior, she wanted to know how thunder and lightening are made. As I hemmed and hawed trying to remember all the way back almost 19 years to Earth Science (aging myself here) trying to remember the proper answer and figure out how to put it in toddler terms, she changed her question to "where are they?" Phewf.... I know the answer to that one! "In the sky" of course. :)
She is just full of questions lately! After heading out the farmer's market in the rain on Saturday (with her singing "It's raining, it's pouring" the entire way out to the garage and car) she proceeded to ask me things like "Mommy, do foxes like rain? Do doctors like rain? Do ladybugs like rain" and on and on - mostly all animals. So my brain got a workout thinking if that sort of animal would like rain and how much rain they would like before they would curl up in their den or whatever.
Yesterday Helena climbed up in my lap after her nap and started immediately to tell me about her dreams. "I dweamed all about cows and sheepies and sorsies (horses) and Chwistophuh Wobin and Pooh and Eyore and everybody. Cwistophuh Wobin was sleeping and a big wolf came in his woom. I heard him cwying and I went to see him. I wescued him and chased the bad wolf away because I was very bwave!" Or maybe that was a story she told me before her nap and I'm confusing it with what she dreamed.... Either way she did tell me all of that yesterday. She cracks me up, just rattles these things off out of the blue with hardly a pause for breathe between sentences. Her imagination is most definitely full!
Daddy's back has been bothering him for a while. So recently Helena says to me all seriously "Mommy, I very be-cerned (concerned) for Cwistophuh Wobin. His back is hurting him vewy bad and he has to lie down on the couch with ice on it and he has been stwetching a lot on the living woom floor, but it's not getting better. I very be-cerned" So we have been trying to continually emphasize that daddy's back will indeed get better if we keep praying for it.
This morning Helena says to me "Mommy... I think you're special" :) Awwww..... "I know you are special!" I told her.