Piperisms

Piper: "I runned, Ha-lee boomed me."
Translation: I'm crying because Hadley knocked me over.

Piper: "Why you say, For Love, Mama?"
Translation: Why do you say, "For the love?"
Me: Hmm, I bet other people would like to know that as well, but I don't know? (Maybe because I can't say anything worse around you two little crazies!)

Piper: "Poop is lounging, AGAIN, Mama."
Translation: The poop you just dumped out of my diaper into the toliet, clogged it again, and its at the bottom of the toliet (apparently lounging!).

Piper: "Mompea!"
Translation: Her latest name for me.  What?

Piper: "I mitt you, Ha-lee."
Translation: I missed you, Hadley (she tells Hadley this every time we pick her up from preschool).

Piper: "I have the little ever-est grape."
Translation:  I have the littlest grape ever (like its a competition or something!).  

Piper: "Ha-lee is a good big sistey."
Translation: Hadley is a good big sister.

Piper: "Why he called, Mark?"
Translation: Why is his name, Mark (or any name she hasn't heard before).
Me: "That's what his parents named him."
Piper: "That a silly name!" (again, with any name she hasn't heard).

Piper: "Why you say, WAHHH, Mama?"
Me: Because there was a crazy (dumb) driver that cut me off.

Piper: "I not lovey, I Piper Kay-lyn."
Translation: I am not lovey (or any name we call her lately) I am Piper Carolyn.  And when someone asks for her name, she carefully gives them both her first and middle name.  Hadley has even picked up on this, and can be heard hollering "Pipo Kay-o-lyn" throughout the house, sometimes not so nicely...like when Piper decides to break one of the 'house rules' (e.g.; no seat dropping on the couch, no skin the cat-ting under the end tables, etc.) that Hadley and I are so keen on (as the first born-bossy boots of our family!). 

Piper: "I not like boc-a-ley!"
Translation: I don't like broccoli, or anything that resembles it.  Don't even try to sneak the stalks into my stir fry or pasta or soup, I will know and will inevitably toss them off my tray.  Don't say I didn't warn you.

Piper: "I want to sa-lide and sa-wing."
Translation: I want to go out back to slide and swing.  And I will add a vowel to any other consonant blend in my vocabulary too (ba-rush my teeth, go ta-wins, I see a ba-lue bird, etc.) but I will get both consonants in.

There is nothing sweeter than the sound of your child's voice.  But there is something extra cute and even funny about a two year old's voice.  I don't know if its all that extra cheek fat that makes their voices so unwittingly cute that you just want to squeeze their little face everytime they say something, OR if it has something to do with their developing motor skills related to speech production (Uh, probably the latter, if I take off my mommy hat, and refit the speech therapist's hat from my former life I would know that!).  Either way, its the kind of sweet that you only get from a triple scoop of ice cream or a litter of new furry puppies, and I wouldn't trade this time in Piper's life for anything.  

That video was taken right before her 2nd birthday in August.  She opened up my hosta encyclopedia and just started asking away.  Kyle and I laugh daily at the crazy amount of inflection in her voice. What a blessing video cameras are!