Cecilia: *points to a stripe on her dress* A POOP stwipe!!!
Me: No, we would call that a brown stripe.
Cecilia: A bwown stwipe just wike my poop!
Cecilia: A dead bug.
Me: Where do you see a dead bug?
Cecilia: Um... a dead bird. In da water table!
this happened more than a month ago...
Me: Yeah, but it's gone now (thank goodness)
Cecilia: What did it say?
Me: Umm... Hi?
Cecilia: *uncontrollable sobbing*
Me: Um... What do you think it said?
Cecilia: *sniffling* NUFFIN. It's DEAD!!!
No, she's not dramatic at all.
We were driving when we saw a fire truck and ambulance pass...
Me: Kids, you know what's a good thing to do when you see a fire truck go by with its lights on? We should say a prayer!
We say an impromptu prayer asking God to bless the firemen and anybody who might be hurt
Cecilia: Um... Say another pwayer?
Me: Sure Cecilia, what do you want to pray about?
Cecilia: Da houses.
We say another prayer asking God to save any houses that might be on fire
Cecilia: And another pwayer?
Me: Sure, what do you want to pray for?
Cecilia: Da cars and da twucks!
We say another prayer asking God to help everyone drive their cars and trucks safely
Cecilia: And another pwayer? About da puzzles in da houses?
And that's where I drew the line... I told her she can pray about those herself. Then she requested a prayer about all her puzzles before her nap. Glad girl's got her priorities...
|Just LOOK at those baby blues! Britt, can you imagine the babies she and Peter would have? We may need to guide them strongly towards the same colleges ;)|
|The half-smile she gives me all day long - it's rare that she'll give an open-mouthed smile anymore!|
John Paul, kissing Mary Claire's head: Grow some hair... You need... A hundred hair!!!
Me: John Paul, she needs a lot more hair than that! She needs thousands of hairs!
JP: How many hairs do I have?
Me: Maybe a hundred thousand?
JP: No. 23.
Well, I don't know how to argue with that certainty...
|They DO have swimsuits, they just don't always choose to wear them...|
Cecilia, running to a fussing Elizabeth: Oh, I will pway wif you, Ewizabif!
*picks up a foam letter*
Cecilia: What wetter is dis? D'you know? D'you know what it is, Ewizabif? It's a 'P'!!!
Cecilia, immediately upon waking in the morning: I was pwacticin' my cowors in my EYES!
Me: Oh, how nice! And what colors did you see?
Cecilia: Bwue! And YEWWOW!
Me: And did you see any shapes?
Cecilia: Yes! A DUCKTANGLE!!!
Cecilia is playing in the crib with Elizabeth when Elizabeth starts fussing. Cecilia starts trying to shush her, and eventually settles on whacking her lightly in the chest, which seems to be working...
Me: Cecilia, you're a good big sister!
Elizabeth starts fussing again
Cecilia: She's NOT a good baby!
|Her attention *may* not always be appreciated...|
Cecilia, watching "The Magic School Bus": When I'm a bug, I eat bark! It-a be funny when I'm a bug, for me to eat bark!
Cecilia, discussing underwear: When I'm a boy, I wear boxer briefs!
Cecilia, discussing dolls: When I'm a doll, I sweep in a box and dwink fwom a pink bottle!
You know, all those times when she's a doll. And a boy. And a bug...