Cecilia, sitting on the potty: Juice in da potty!
Me: No Cecilia, there's no juice in the potty...
Cecilia: What comed out of my booty?
Me, looking: ... Diarrhea.
Cecilia: Oh. It's juice!
Me: No Cecilia, it's not juice.
Cecilia: Juice for dwinkin'!
Me: Yes, Juice is for drinking. But that's not juice.
Cecilia, matter-of-factly: It's just juicy.
Cecilia's current birthday wish list:
A pink bicycle
A pink helmet
A purple ballerina dress
A pink pony
A pink cowboy hat
A pink mug ("It-a be my OWN mug!")
A purple toothbrush
Striped pajamas (already has some)
A pillow (already has two)
Pink sandals (already has a pair)
A kitty mask
Basically everything she sees, she wants. So she tells me "Maybe I get it for my BIRFDAY!!!" Hope she's not disappointed come January...
John Paul, after I got him up from his nap: I'm still reading The World of Pooh.
He furiously turns the last few pages
John Paul: It has 314 pages!
Me: Wow, that's a long book.
John Paul: Pictures!
He runs to the potty, peeking out from behind the door
John Paul: I LIKE peeing in the potty!!!
Me: That's good...
John Paul: I puked in my puking bowl. When I was sick. And my tummy was full of strawberry yogurt!
Yet another deep talk with John Paul.
Andrew says we don't need a swing set because the kids will get tired of it after a week. Meanwhile, Cecilia is using his back as a slide. Methinks he will see my reason eventually...
This picture is from the same day - it was about 80 degrees out and I suggested Cecilia change from her polka dot shirt into something cooler. She ran down the hall yelling, "A T-SHIRT!!! TO DWINK TEA!!!"
Then she came back with a pair of plaid shorts and a long-sleeved zebra-print shirt. And would NOT be swayed into changing either pattern. Ah, my little fashionista.