Hannah-chka

I keep coming across several messy little scraps of paper on which are transcribed verbatim Hannah's random/funny speeches from the month of February. Up on the blog they go, and hard copies into the garbage.

While coloring on the kitchen floor one morning, she tells me: "Hashem loves Yasha and Saulie and Hannah, and we love Yasha and Saulie and Hannah. (Pause.) And wabbis (rabbis) love me...and they're in shul. (Thinks.) And they're in choedge of me." This from a girl who doesn't really ever go to shul, or have the experience of rabbis being in charge of her.

Another morning in the kitchen, playing with Yasha's (hers too, once upon a time) pink blanket on her head: "It's not dark! It's pink inside heeoh. It's pink inside the dark." Grabs a remote control: "I wanna talk to my phone." Then, re. same: "I wanna sleep with this." And she does, eventually, tucking it between her mattress and the mesh walls of her pack-n-play. But first: "I wanna put it under here (pink blanky)--with my seeds." This re. two pumpkin seeds she asked to taste, rejected, but, oddly, kept around to play with. (Echoes of Princess and the Pea? I've since told the girls this story many times--not my favorite--but now, alas, they keep requesting it.) And this game, these little collections keep her busy awhile.

Another day, after Hannah, the twins, and I drop off Ezra and Naomi at school one morning, she was moved to share her back-seat musings with me (I scribbled madly, trying not to laugh): "I like cars so much. And I like all of the people that are biking on their bikes and that are walking. I like them so much. And I even (sic) like the deedees. And I like Hashem." (And Mommy likes you.) She also says, so confidently, when we are listening to the radio and a certain talk show host (and friend) comes on, "He loves me."

And one from Noma. She takes my long pre-Shabbos shopping list one Friday and writes her name on the very bottom, saying, "Mom, you have to buy me." Really? And here I thought she was free.