Tasha: Uffta (I wonder where she learned that one, Grandma!)
Tasha: I want to go up there (pointing to the sky)
Me: That is too high, you can't go up there.
Tasha: I need my bouncy shoes.
Tasha: The garage won't open.
Me: Nope, we need to fix the garage door opener
Tasha: It needs new batteries
Tasha: Oh no, my house is broken (with a sad look on her face)
Tasha: I do it all by myself! (getting in and out of the car or walking with mommy)
Tasha: Mmmm, ice cream... that's my favorite
Mmmm, smoothie... that's my favorite
Mmmm, cookie... that's my favorite
(She has a lot of favorites)
Me: Natasha, where do you go pee pee?
Tasha: On the toilet.
Me: And where do you go poop?
Agh yes, the wonderful tales of potty training... that will be a whole different blog post.
And here are some photos from this month:
Riding her new plasma car
And the artist... not much made it on the paper this time!