Gianna is nearly 3 and she, like most little girls, is a talker. She’s also at that stage of creating her own monologues, talking to her dolls and laughing by herself. Just now, she came to me and told me that her barbie is hurt. She made our breakfast tray table into a slide for herself, and she let her toys slide too. Last night, she was pretending to be a cat and used the hamper as her cage. Noelle has something to do with her pretend play, as her sister would often initiate that game.

She surprises us a lot with her words. The day after she and I went home from family camp, she said to me “yesternight, we left ate noelle?” She must have figured if we say yesterday, why not yesternight if it happened last night? Nobody uses that word in our house. Nobody taught her that.

Her sentences make sense, though not always grammatically correct. This morning, she saw a picture, and she commented, “He have a scooter just like mine.”

Just now, she saw a screw on the pile of coins she’s playing with and said, “sharp” and gave it to me. And then a few seconds later said, “Found another one.”

Before she even turned 2, I believe, she already recognized “Cacia,” especially coming from Petron. She surprised us one time, coming from Commerce Center, when she said “Cacia! Cacia!” Now she says, “We’re going to Acacia?” or “I want to go to Acacia” even when it’s not a Sunday. (Victory Alabang has 11am and 3pm services in Acacia Hotel.)

Months ago, when I would tell her that a video on the internet is not working, she would tell me that “it’s loading, mommy.” When she couldn’t figure something out, she’d say, “How do dis?” One time, I asked her how do dis while pointing to my phone, she said “password.” Another time she answered, “I don’t know how. Aks daddy.” When she couldn’t make the volume work, she said to me “Mommy, it’s not louding.”

One time after a bath, I told her that she’s super wet. She asked me, “I’m Super Wet? Like a super hero?”

A few weeks ago, while taking a shower, she proudly told me that she killed an ant/insect. “I kill it!” And then she took her toy again and said “I kill it some more, mommy.”

I showed her the cotton on my arm after I had my blood drawn for some tests last week. I told her I got an owi, but that I was okay. She noticed later on that it was gone, and she asked me “You removed it? You okay?”

One time, she came into my room and told me “She’s mad at me.” I kept asking who was mad at her. Apparently my mom (gently) scolded her for not obeying. Another time, she came in and said “Mommy, she bite my skirt.” I asked who bit her skirt, and she said “the door.”

She says “I dunno” like an adult. I’ve heard her say “eeder (either).” She says “o see????” and “jussss kidding!” and “Whas going on?” She says “ekyoos me” too. She used to say “aproom,” but now just gives a thumbs up when she approves of something.

When she turned two, a friend of mine joked and taught her to say that she’s 5. Since then, it’s been hard to convince her that she’s 2! I would ask her how old she is, and she’d say “five.” One time, I told her that no, she’s 2. She said “No, I’m 5.” Thank God now she puts up 3 fingers when asked how old she is. I’m training her to say that she’s 3.

One time, she looked into one of Danae’s bags and said, “there’s no stuff, mommy.” She also knows the word empty, of course.

Some time last month probably, I was looking for one of their friends. I was thinking out loud. She answered me with “There. Beside Danae.” And she was right.

One time, she was about to spill over the container of paper clips. She was looking at me, smiling, and asked, “It’s okay?” I said no it’s not, and she replied with “It IS.” She has since refuted other things I’ve said with her “It IS.”

When she wants to end a story, she closes the book and says “Be end (the end).”

Before she used to answer “mmmm, maybe” or “mmmm, nope.” She also likes to say, quite nasally “mmm-hmmm” as her yes. One time I asked her if I could bite her butt, she said no. Noelle asked if she could bite mine, and Gianna willingly gave up my butt, saying “shore!”

But she loves mommy. When she sees me getting dressed, she always says “Can I go?” “I want to go oso.” When I can’t bring her, I tell her “I’ll be back.” Sometimes, she’s okay with it and says “You’ll be back, mommy?” even before I say it. Other times, she cries. One time, I hadn’t even left but just got something from the bathroom, she said “Are you back, mommy?” She’s always happy to see me back.

She volunteers to pray now, and she usually says, “Lord, thank you for myself….” and continues to thank the Lord for each of us. 🙂

 

Children are a gift from the Lord;
    they are a reward from him. Psalm 127:3

 

 

 

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About Phoebe Torres-Lucero

I am Phoebe Torres-Lucero, wife of a loving husband & dedicated pastor, King, and mother to three wonderful, smart, active little girls, Danae, Noelle and Gianna. Phoebe means bright and radiant. Torres means towers. Lucero means light. Put together, my name speaks of a tower of bright, radiant light. And that is what I hope to be as I write and share with you some of my experiences, especially on being a mom.

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  1. […] “Mommy, she bite my skirt.” I asked who bit her skirt, and she said “the door.” […]

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