Ashleyisms and the Non-Crawler

A few nights ago, I asked Ashley what rhymed with itch (I know, I know. I was asking for it. But I rarely think before I speak.) And of course she answered with bitch.

Yesterday, Ray let her jump on our neighbor's trampoline. My neighbor's son said he was jumping on his butt. She quickly responded she was jumping and falling on her cooch. I guess we need to talk to her about what is okay to say in public.

Last night, she was playing and Ray and I both heard her say something about killing someone. No idea where she got that, but Ray did a great job explaining to her what that word sort of meant (if you kill someone, they go away and don't come back).

Last night, we went to dinner at an italian restaurant in town. Ashley had to poop, so I took her and we set up in one of the two stalls in the bathroom. Of course, someone else came and occupied the other stall and got to hear Ashley narrate her experience.

"I am pushing the toots out now Mommy."
"I am trying to push theeee pppppoooooooopppps oooooouuuuutttttt."
"I Pooped!! I want to see it!"

Needless to say, I heard the lady laugh.

Audrey doesn't crawl like normal babies do. She sort of does the commando style sometimes or will just roll around to get what she needs. Every once in a while, she will do a tradition style, but it is few and far between. And more often than not, she goes backwards and normally ends up stuck somewhere.