More Cora-isms

I love the simplicity of observations from a 2-year-old.

Today I made sandwiches for lunch. For Cora, I grabbed a star cookie cutter and shaped her sandwich. We were both nearly finished eating when Cora observed...
Cora: mommy, you have a triangle?
Me: not really
Cora: you have a star?
Me: no baby. Mommy cut yours in a star because you're special
Cora: you're not special?


Several weeks ago, Cora thre a tantrum when she woke up. It wasnt a huge deal, but we were still in bed (Cora in with us), and she slammed back angrily and busted my nose. It hurt bad enough that I retreated to the privacy of the bathroom to fume, and bad enough that Cora got a serious guilt trip from Landon... But not so bad that I needed an X-ray... But bad enough that I told Landon I thought I needed an X-ray.
It was traumatic for Cora. She was really sad. Not very apologetic, but super clingy and needy all morning.
Fast forward to tonight.

Cora-isms

We're still in kentucky (homeless) and Cora is popping out a new Quotable moment every day. Here's a few:

A car drove be too quickly in a parking lot.
Cora: Hey buddy! You need to watch where you're going!

Cora went to potty. She came running back out:
Cora: Look what Papaw did! Papaw you left the seat up Papaw!

Cora and Quinn were playing after dinner, running around table and shrill ing loudly. It was loud, and Papaw was getting annoyed. He told them to stop.
Cora: Don't you tell us no, Papaw. We's playing!

Cora was throwing a fit and I was making her sit in my lap (torture, of course).
Cora: You'se hurting me!
Me: I'm not hurting you. I didn't touch you.
Cora: You'se hurt my feelings!

Some "don't want to forget" Cora antics...

Cora-story 1: 

Driving thru Georgetown, SC. Passed an old mill, told Cora to look at all the old equipment. 
Me: I wonder what they make there.
Cora: I don't know. Castles?

Cora-story 2:

I can no longer use the phrase, "We need to go run an errand". For HOURS Cora followed me around announcing, "I want to go run with Erin, too". 

Cora-story 3: 

I mumbled, " this house is a wreck."
Cora said back, nonchalantly, "well the cleaning lady comes tomorrow."

Cora-story 4: 

For dinner I fixed quinoa, spinach, and cheese. It was delicious... Cora cried all through dinner and refused to touch it. After her bath, Cora picked up a random lid laying on sink, and started to put it in her mouth. 
Me: eeew! Yucky! Cora we don't put something in our mouth if we don't know what it is!!!
Cora: like dinner?

Boys have ovals

Landon and Cora were walking through the parking lot of our apartment this week. 

Cora (in a matter-of-fact tone): Boys have ovals. 

I wasn't there, so I'm not sure exactly how the conversation went, but Landon said that he had a little panic. WHAT was she talking about? Surely she didn't mean...

As they walked across the parking lot, he continued to ask questions. Ovals where? What kind of ovals? 

When they walked past his truck, she turned and pointed at the Ford symbol on the front. 

Cora: See, boys have ovals. Mommies do not have ovals. 

Ah-ha! You mean boys drive trucks with Ford symbols shaped like ovals; mommies do not drive trucks with Ford symbols. Allrighty then, carry on. 

Super Quinn!

Good-bye Canvasback!

It's official, we're no longer residents of Canvasback Court.

A good friend and neighbor has been kind enough to allow us to rent his family's furnished corporate apartment for the month. We'll likely own our new house by the end of the week, but the seller can't move for a couple of weeks (we all agreed to a crazy contract, since he needed to live there through June and we needed to sell our house...). 

Some funny Cora quotes from the past 24 hours: 

Cora: Is this our new house? 

Cora: This is an partment? It's like a house, but it isn't? 

Cora: Where'd our house went?

Cora: This is Zoey's Grandma's house? Zoey have any toys here?

Honestly, this is the way to move. We got to this apartment, looked at each other, and declared there is NOTHING we need to do. I thought I'd be more antsy for the move, but it's pretty awesome. After 3 months of house prep, constant house cleaning, and packing (on top of an already busy semester), I'm a bit relieved for a few weeks when there isn't anything I can actually do at the new house.  

Chicago!

Landon always deserves a "husband of the year" award, but he really earned it the first week in June. Jill, Sara, Leigh Ann, & I planned a trip to Chicago back in January to do a half marathon. In January, we weren't planning to buy a house until 2014. However, we found a house, sold ours, and it became clear that moving day needed to be June 10... my trip was planned for June 6-9. Landon INSISTED that I go on the trip, swearing that he could handle the final two days of packing on his own if I covered most of the details before I left. 

Grandma M was already scheduled to come to town for my trip, so she came and helped with the move (earning her mother-in-law of the year, of course!). 

Sara and I trained really well through February, but admitted we weren't prepared to run a half-marathon. We had an honest-to-goodness, uninjured-pride plan to run to the 7-mile turn, then grab a taxi, stop by a Starbucks, maybe grab some brunch, then meet Leigh Ann and Jill back at the hotel. Surprise! The 7-mile turn might as well have been in a forest in the middle of nowhere. We could see the city, but it looked like a 3-4 mile walk through a park before we could even think about getting a taxi, and our guess was that we wouldn't be in the best part of Chicago. So, the only way back was to run. We ended up running 11 of the 13 miles, which was a little nuts. 

On Sunday, I returned and immediately jumped into the hauling boxes routine. We aren't living in the new house until July 12, but our stuff is already stored in a couple of bedrooms there, so the hauling-box routine involved two flights of stairs. There is nothing like carrying boxes (albeit the light boxes) up two flights of stairs to work the post-run burn out of your legs. Ouch!