Shortly after Madison was born, in a state of delusion from hours of abbreviated rest, I found myself singing made up songs while rocking her in my arms. Random songs with improvised lyrics to familiar tunes quickly became normal within the walls of our dwelling, a catalog of original lullabies specifically catered to little Miss Madison. Among those gave light to the catchy one liner...
Maddy Patty loves her Daddy.
A line that immediately found a home in repetition once welcomed by a tiny, toothless infant smile.
Maddy Patty loves her Daddy.
It grated Allison's nerves which only seemed to encourage its use.
Maddy Patty loves her Daddy.
Suddenly we started referring to Madison as Maddy Patty in casual conversation before eventually dropping the Maddy altogether using only Patty to get her attention. It's all rather confusing, I'm aware.
Over the last two years many nicknames have found their way into our vocabulary as well as our home like throw pillows rotated and arranged until their placement fits for the time being. Among the various terms of endearment, Patty seems to resurface in times where Madison seems exceptionally talkative. These frequent bursts of chit chat always seem to have Allison and I doubled over in laughter so I figured why not document the random ramblings that cause us to smile until our faces hurt -- starting with toddler observations, comments and conversations from this month. (Click here for more.)
Maddy Patty loves her Daddy.
A line that immediately found a home in repetition once welcomed by a tiny, toothless infant smile.
Maddy Patty loves her Daddy.
It grated Allison's nerves which only seemed to encourage its use.
Maddy Patty loves her Daddy.
Suddenly we started referring to Madison as Maddy Patty in casual conversation before eventually dropping the Maddy altogether using only Patty to get her attention. It's all rather confusing, I'm aware.
Over the last two years many nicknames have found their way into our vocabulary as well as our home like throw pillows rotated and arranged until their placement fits for the time being. Among the various terms of endearment, Patty seems to resurface in times where Madison seems exceptionally talkative. These frequent bursts of chit chat always seem to have Allison and I doubled over in laughter so I figured why not document the random ramblings that cause us to smile until our faces hurt -- starting with toddler observations, comments and conversations from this month. (Click here for more.)
MADISON: Whoa! Look at all the stuff. I can't beweeve (believe) it.
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ALLISON: What are you going to name your elf?
MADISON: Plum
ALLISON + ME: Plum?
MADISON: Yes. Plum. Plum Silly Elf.
ME: I like it.
MADISON: I like it, too.
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ME: What do you want in your stocking this Christmas?
MADISON: Cheese.
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ME: Do you want a dump truck for Christmas?
MADISON: Yeah. A purple one.
ME: A purple one?
MADISON: Yeah. With pink polka dots on it.
ME: What about a yellow one?
MADISON: No. What about a purple one.
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Watching Mariah Carey sing at the Rockefeller Christmas Tree Lighting...
MADISON: Wow. Mawiah (Mariah). She looks like a Christmas mermaid. I yike (like) her.
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