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Icka is on a roll lately with priceless comments.
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Every time Scout mentions anything he wants, Icka immediately says that she needs the same thing in “pink”.  For example, Scout was asking if he could have a movie on yesterday, and Icka immediately said, “I want a ‘pink’ movie”.  And even cuter is that when I clarify that she wants hers in “pink”, she explains to me that Scout actually wants his in “yellow”.
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When she first comes in and cuddles in the morning, the first thing she says to me is “Mom, I lub you.”  And anytime throughout the day, when I tell her that I love her, she says, “I lub you too.”  She spreads her love freely which seems so contradictory to the way she acts a lot of the time.  But her words resonate — even during her stinky times.
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When I was little, if any of us pouted, my mom would tell us that a bird was going to come and poop on our lip.  (The bottom one that was sticking out.)  It usually made us laugh, and got us out of our foul mood.  Scout never pouted, so I never used the same tactic.  But Icka started up the “bird” in our house.  And she has gotten pretty good at immediately smiling her huge cheesy grin as soon as I start saying it.  Because if she doesn’t, I take my pointer finger pull her bottom lip down while I call out “poop”.  But she has turned the tables on us.  Now she comes up to me all of the time and gets my lip with her bird.
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“Pee Pee” is a bad word in our family, and I have heard her sit in her car seat and chant, “Pee pee pee pee pee pee pee pee…Mom, I’m saying Pee pee.”  I used to get her in trouble for doing something naughty intentionally, but now I have learned to act like I can’t hear her, and it seems to go away pretty quickly.
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“I do it” is as common as air around here.
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every once in a while I know something I have tried to teach her shines through.  Especially when I ask her to do something, and she immediately responds with, “Sure.”
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And the best for last –
Lately, when Icka is around me while I am getting ready, she showers me with, “Mama, you are so pretty.”  Or, “Mama, you have pretty hair.”  Or, “Mama, you look so cute.”  I don’t know how it is possibly that she makes me feel like a million, but when my little pesky two year old starts complimenting me, I usually grab her and kiss her all over her face a million times.  Life can’t get much better than those moments.