Toddler malapropisms are just the best, right?
Please share your favorites with the class in the comments.
Babystar says actually instead of accidentally. So we hear a lot of ‘I actually dropped my crayon!’ and ‘I actually bumped my leg!’ Like she simply cannot believe what is happening. It is adorable and hilarious.
She has also learned the phrase ‘pretty sure’ but she uses it to mean ‘absolutely sure’. As in, ‘I’m sure I will share my sand toys with the other children. I’m pretty sure.’
(But she is actually speaking the truth because no one can ever be sure AT ALL that Babystar will share her sand toys.)
Babystar calls dandelions dandy-blows once they have turned to seed.
Tbh her word makes much more sense and I’d like to petition to have the name officially changed. Who is in charge of naming flowers please?
This H&M dress was $7.99. This picture is priceless.
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What is better than a dozen eggs?
A DOZEN CHICKS!
I’ve wanted backyard chickens forEVER and we rented a farm in Colorado so DUH.
There are like four or five barns in my backyard. I’m turning one of them into a super fly chicken coop.
And I better hurry because LOOK: CHICKS!!
One of these chicks is not like the other, tho.
Ok, the stuffed chick doesn’t actually live in the little brooder thingy. I totally staged that picture. But. Babystar’s stuffed chick was the most expensive of all the baby chicks we bought at $6.99.
OMG you guys, she named it Eggy. With no prompting (that I know of). What a great name!
Also, I feel like I need a subblog (is that a word?) about the cost of backyard chickens. Then when they start laying eggs I can calculate the cost per egg. Jeez, I need to calm down. Just kidding, I love this plan! Off to find my farm store receipts. BRB.
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I’m gonna call it now: Corn Pits are gonna be the new Pumpkin Spice.
Next fall, all you’re gonna hear about is CORN PITS.
I didn’t even know what a corn pit was until this month. I somehow failed my two older children. I feel like I need to write them letters of apology.
(Dear Kids, I’m super sorry for denying you what appears to be the greatest joy of Childhood. Love, Your Terrible Mama.)
Imagine a sand box. But with dried corn kernels. That, my friends, is a corn pit. Babystar played in the corn pit at Lawyer’s Winterbrook Farms for a LITERAL HOUR and then went back for more. (As reported by my husband, because I wasn’t there for this particular trip. The two of them spent $17 for admission and $7.50 for food.) Babystar talked about the corn pit for two weeks. In a row. Without stopping. Ever. So we all went back to the farm. ($37 admission plus $9 for three cups of hay pellets plus $23.50 for human food.)
Lawyer’s Winterbrook Farms is legit. Too bad it is one hundred hours away from our house. It was worth it, though. Babystar got to reunite with her beloved corn pit. I got to commune with goats. (I love goats. When I grow up I want to live with some goat friends. That is a serious life goal.)
HEY GOATS HEY!! (And sheep. I know.)
Winterbrook Farm has other awesome stuff. Apparently the Corn Maze is one of the coolest in the area, but the toddler wasn’t having it.
We played on a giant slide and climbed some huge haystacks. We rode a tiny train and raced in potato sacks. We played the most absurdly awesome racing game ever, with rubber ducks and water pumps and it sounds ridiculous but I kind of want one at my house now.
WE MOSTLY HUNG OUT IN THE CORN PIT THO.
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