
Sometimes Ensley gets a little confused as to what is paper and what is skin. This is what happened after I gave her a birthday card to color for my brother and walked away for a few minutes. We now use markers under more direct adult supervision.
Ensley is completely ambulance obsessed. If she hears an ambulance or sees a firetruck, we’ll have to talk about it for the remaining duration of the ride (no matter how far we have left to go). She wants to know where it’s going, who got hurt, who needs to go to the doctor. She’ll always say, “Yisten Mom, Yisten. Do you hear da am-bue-ence? Oh no, someone got hurt. Someone cwash deir car. Oh no, he need to go to da hospital. Oh no.” This whole conversation pretty much goes in circles until somehow we are lucky enough to change the conversation or we arrive at our destination. It turns out that Sonic kids meals are giving away emergency response vehicles. Yeah, lucky us, one time Ens forgot her firetruck at my friends house. I had to call my friend and ask her to look around her house to find it. Seriously, who ever thought it was a good idea to put a treat in kids meals anyway?
Ensley wanted to go outside and play with “the boys.” I was trying to get ready for work. I told her to go upstairs and put her shoes on. She was much quicker than I thought she was going to be and she came into my room ready before I was finished. She started to close my bedroom door saying, “See ya Mom, me go outside with da boys.” After I told her to stay inside until I could go outside too, she said “No be pretty, be uggee (ugly) Mom. No put on make-ups. Be uggee. Let’s go outside.” Really Ens? Is it really that scary of a site until I get dressed every morning?
Ensley has moved to her new room. Evan and I noticed she’s been turning her laundry basket on it’s side and putting it in front of the door. Finally I asked her why she was doing that every night. She said, “Tuxie (our dog) no come into my room.” Her little brain is so funny. She honestly thinks a two pound laundry basket is going to keep people out of her room.
Ensley is always telling us what to say. “Mommy say, tank you Ens” “Mommy say, you welcome En-see” “Mom, say, good job En-see. Me so proud of you.” It totally cracks me up when she’ll ask for something and then say somthing like, “Say yes Ens-see you can have free (three) cookies.”
We were at the airport. Ensley saw a balloon that had floated up into the ceiling rafters. She came up with this elaborate plan of how she was going to throw her baby doll in the air and the baby would catch the balloon and bring it down. After throwing the baby in the air a few times she decided that the baby just couldn’t jump high enough and that Evan and I would need to start jumping.
Recently if I don’t get to Will as soon as he wakes up and starts to cry, Ensley will climb into his crib and try to “make baby Will happy.” I do think it’s cute that she seems so concerned, but the fact that she “helps” him by surrounding him with blankets and stuffed animals and wacking him on the back is a little worrisome. The other day when I found them both in the crib–Will screaming bloody murder and Ensley singing to him as loud as she could–I said to Ensley, “thanks for trying to help.” as I took her out of the crib. She turned and looked at me and said, “It’s no problem, Mommy.”

Ensley loves playing in the rain. I love this picture.
When you ask Ensley how much she loves Grandma and Grandpa she stretches her arms straight out. When you ask her how much she loves Mommy and Daddy she brings them in a little closer together. When you ask her how much she loves baby Will she spreads her fingers about an inch apart. I guess I should think positive–a little is better than not at all.
The other day Ens had a cold. She came up and put her head on my shoulder and said, “Mommy, make me feel better.”
Before I had given up completely on Ensley ever being potty trained, we bought a bribery umbrella. We set it by the toilet and told her when she went potty she could have it. One day a friend of mine was over and she asked Ensley when she was going to go potty in the toilet. Ensley thought for a minute and then said, “Um, someday.” FYI, The umbrella now sits new and un-used in the top of my closet.
We were at the grocery store and there was a Hispanic man with long hair and a beard on the same aisle as us. Ensley said really loudly, “Yook Mom, dares Jesus!” I tried to tell her quietly that it wasn’t Jesus–which didn’t work because she just yelled louder trying to convince me that I was wrong.

Evan’s dad sent this shoe horn so he would have it when he visits. Usually Ensley thinks it’s a sword, but on this particular day (after Grandpa had just left) she had to have it to put on her shoes.
Multiple times a day we hear the statement, “i yike pink.” She want to wear her pink shoes because “I yike pink.” She wants to eat breakfast with the pink plate because “I yike pink.” She needs strawberry Nestle milk (which Evan swears should be called pepto-bismal milk) in her pink sippy cup because “I yike pink.” She needs to draw with the pink crayon because, well, you get it. At our house, we like pink!
We were at Walmart and Ensley kept telling me she wanted to go to some place that sounded like “The Cheese store.” I had no clue what she was talking about, but I told her that this store had cheese and we were at the cheese store. She was still not pleased with my answer. Finally, she started telling me she needed to go to “the cheety store” because “my doggy need a kitty to play with.” Oh, the kitty store, not the cheese store. Good try, but using the excuse of a new kitty to befriend Tuxie is still not going to get you a new pet.
Justification, Ensley style: “I need it cause I want it.”

Ensley: (calmly) Mom, come see, deres a spider in my p-way house
Mom: (not calm) Um, let’s wait until Dad comes home from work. That spider is too big for Mommy’s to kill.
Ensley loves the show Max and Ruby (Evan and I find it pretty annoying, I guess we don’t think like 2 year olds). Ruby is the older sister and is very bossy. Sometimes I notice Ruby’s mannerisms coming out in Ensley. One day she was wanting Evan to make a paper airplane. She turns to us and says, “Grandmas just love airplanes.” If you’ve ever seen Max and Ruby I swear that line is in the show somewhere.
Evan has a neti-pot that he keeps in his bathroom drawer (we call it the snotty-potty around our house). One day I was showering while the kids were playing in the bathroom. When I got out of the shower she was hosting a tea party with the snotty potty. She was pretending that Will was Max (from Max and Ruby) and kept telling him no and yelling at him for “not playing nice.”

The rule is if you get out of bed the baby goes into time out. It usually keeps Ensley in bed because she can’t stand the thought of going to sleep with out her baby. This particular night we found Ensley reading her book with a flashlight. When I walked in she got kind of sheepish and put the flashlight down. She totally knew she was being sneaky. Really, am I already being out-smarted by my children?
Ensley, my mom, my sister and I were driving home. We started to talk about playing hide and seek. Ensley started to tell my mom how to play. I interupted the conversation and she yelled at me, “Mom, I am teaching Grandma!”
Ensley wants to be a big girl until it means something that she doesn’t want to do then she says, “I’m just a little big.”

After ice cream. Who says it’s inappropriate to lick the bowl? She probably learned it from her father.
One Sunday Ensley’s nursery teacher told us that Ensley had had a hard time sharing that day. The following week we talked about being nice and sharing the toys with our friends. After church I asked Ensley if she had been nice. She said she was nice. She said she had played with animals. A few minutes later she said (in a sort of confessional tone),
Ensley: ” I was a yittle mean today.”
Evan: “Why were you mean?
Ensley: “No, I was a yittle mean.”
Evan: “Why were you a little mean.”
Ensley: “I just wanted the lions.”
One morning I was singing some Christmas songs. Ensley said, “Mom stop singing. Your hurting everybody’s ears.” She said the same thing a few hours later when I forgot and started singing again.
We were eating some goldfish and I said the goldfish were delicious. Ensley said, No, it’s not delicious, it’s absolutely tanfastic!”
Posted on December 2nd, 2009 by Lisa
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