I held her up at the sink to wash her hands, with her stomach pressing into the counter (which I remember HATING as a child)
Ella: If you hold me like that again, there will be serious consequences.
Wandering into the kitchen while I’m finishing up some dishes
Ella: Come play Legos with your cute little child
To every single person who asks her how she likes our new house
Ella: Now Ani doesn’t have to sleep in the bathroom!
On her birthday, when we were walking to meet Bart on campus, and she was having a meltdown
Ella: I just can’t really handle this birthday
Every single time I give her a glass of water, she downs it in a single gulp and holds out her cup for more
Ella: I POUNDED that water
(I’m working with Nestle on a water-drinking campaign, but I’m thinking they should have hired Ella instead)
After I’d done something (can’t remember what) that made her unbelievably angry
Ella: I’m going to run away and NEVER come back. . . . Will you come with me?
During a particularly rambunctious bath
Janssen: Stop splashing that water all over the floor and walls. It makes Dad and me unhappy.
Ella: Daddy can handle the water spilling out of the bathtub, because he’s a tough guy.
Talking about all our friends who are expecting babies
Janssen: Do you think we should have one more baby or two more babies?
Ella: Three more babies
Janssen: Three more babies? Probably only one or two more babies.
Ella: [stuttering] N…n…n…n…n…no, I’m the master of babies.
While I’m reading while she plays in the bathtub
Ella: Don’t read your book ANY more. Watch me do some really awesome tricks.
After watching me take photos of a project for Spoonful, she took my phone and proceeded to take fifty pictures of the set-up
Ella: Oh, I think I got a good one. This one will go on my blog. Did you know I had a blog?
Appearing in our bedroom door wearing a pair of neon green pants that I loathe
Ella: Dad, I’m wearing these pants that Mama thinks are supa supa ugly.