She doesn't really say "thank you." She says, "dank do!"
She likes to pick up the house phone, dial an assortment of random numbers, and then speed off as soon as I see/hear her. When I finally do catch up to her, she hands me the phone (with some random Australian on the other line going, "Allo? Allo? Mate?") and then says, "dank do!" like she's done me some sort of favor.
She eats bananas, grilled cheese, muffins, and all sorts of things in her high chair. When she's done with her food, she throws the remainder on the ground. Then, she looks at me, smiles, and says, "dank do!"
After I've fixed her hair, she likes to take out her little ponytail I've created on top of her head. She yanks out the rubber band, hands it to me, and says, "daaaaaaaaank do!" in a little sing-song voice.
She loves coasters. She loves to find and pick up the ceramic or tile ones, run around the room with them, and then throw them on the ground. When I bend down to pick them up, she looks at me and, of course, says, "dank do!"
For some reason, she's equated "dank do!" with "See how cute I am, Mama? Please don't kill me."
She's a-makin' me crazy. Being snowed in for almost a week nearly drove me to the madhouse.
But she's a cutie, my baby girl. Just when I think I've made it to my limit, she does something exceptionally cute to redeem herself.
For example, Amelia loves to act like a celebrity in the grocery store. The other day thought she was a supermodel and the aisles were her runway. She rode down the aisles in her buggy, clapped, screamed, and sang, "We Did It!" She oohed and ahhed over the banana aisle like it was the most glorious thing known to man. The produce man looked at me oddly when Amelia started yelling, "Heeeeeeeey! Nanas!! NANAS!! Ooook! Oook!!! NANAS!"
Yes, that's MY child. Heh.