Every once in a while I like to pull out old home movies, as I'm sure all parents do. I absolutely love to go back in time and see Montana's pudgy little cheeks and hear her mispronunciations. Also, seeing her playing with my little brother (who we shall call Tristan), her uncle who is only two years her senior, is quite amazing since they are now nearly eight and ten and fight over everything from grammar to cardboard. Some of my favorite phrases from this particular time period were:
"He doesn't have one beeving suit Mommy!" --Her response when I asked why Tristan didn't have a bathing suit on in the backyard pool.
"U for gaybrella!" --While reading an alphabet book.
Also, another funny from when Montana was almost three years old: She had an imaginary friend. But not just any imaginary friend; a 'lady' who liked to visit while Montana was on the toilet. Odd, yes, but my child has a very vivid imagination. One day while she was playing outside, I heard Montana yelling at someone in the backyard. We had a fully fenced area off our deck, so I was curious as to who she might be yelling at. When I went to inquire, my lovely little baby-kid told me her 'lady friend' was hitting someone, and she had to set her straight! "NO! You DON'T HIT!" I heard her say to this invisible attacker.
At the end of the tape, Montana was just over three years old, and had received a dress up kit for Christmas. She was wearing a tutu, slippers, a tiara, and a pound of plastic jewelry. She was saying "I'm a ballerina!" over and over, so Tristan, then five, said to her: "Angelina Ballerina?" from the TV show they watched. Here is the conversation that ensued:
Me: Are you Angelina Ballerina?
Montana: Yeah!
Me: She's a mouse though.
Montana: What?
Me: She's a mouse.
Montana: WHAT??!
Me: Angelina Ballerina is a mouse.
Montana: Me???!
Me: No, on TV.
Montana: What?
Me: Angelina Ballerina. She's a mouse.
Montana: (Turning to look at the television which is playing music videos and NOT Angelina Ballerina).......She's a mouse?
Me: (Addressing the video camera) My daughter is blond.
Yes, she definitely is blond. And adorable. And I would give my left pinky toe to travel back to that time and enjoy it all over again.
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