Didn't expect that...

Lacie walked in tonight and asked me,
"Mom, you thinking [what] I'm thinking?"

Probably not, kid. Especially since I'm thinking, where the heck did you hear that one?!

Andrea-ism

[to Jeanette]
"Excuse me, lifeguard? Can you please get us something to eat? We are poor and have no money to buy food."

hmmm...
Had this been in the context of a game or something it would have been more understandable, but as it came entirely out of the blue it really had me laughing!

Bragging Rights

Andrea


My horse-loving fashionista. Definitely possesses the oldest-child syndrome, which makes her my little informant as much as tattler. Having just been introduced (despite my greatest efforts) to the world of Hannah Montanna, dreams of one day being a Rock Star.


Lacie






I don't know of a funnier kid. Constantly dressing and undressing with no rhyme or reason, this kid delights in consternating her sister, secretly using binkys, picking forbidden flowers, and letting everyone know that she loves them.



Hyrum


The new kid on the block, he has wasted no time in capturing our hearts and attention by being supremely sublime while in public, yet of high maintenance while at home. Adored by his sisters (nigh unto death by kisses), he is their favorite toy, noise-maker and dress-up doll. Ladies' man that he is, he frequently rewards his mama with smiles, laughter and his own slobbery kisses in return for her undivided attention.

Ah! Be still my heart!

Nary was there a more joyous or rewarding commendation given for a mother than to overhear her child utter IN HER SLEEP,
"Mom, I love you."

Lacie, you melt me.


(Forgive the verbage. I've been reading Alexandre Dumas.)

Male Bonding

Andrea-ism

I was talking to Andrea about 'Stranger Danger,' when she said she didn't know what a "stranger" was. I told her it was someone we didn't know. Her response?
"What if we ask them their name?"

Schooled by Andrea

1. I had just bought Andrea a box of Valentines chocolates.
I asked her, "Can I have one?"
Andrea replied smugly, "Yes, you may have one."

2. I am frequently (haha, ok, more like 24/7) bombarded with requests from my children to get/do/help something or other while my hands are already employed doing something else -- usually feeding the baby. After saying, "Just a minute," about 3 billion times, I now try to use my mom's method. I try to put their reason to work as to why their request is impossible by asking a series of questions -- Do you see my hands? What are they doing? How many hands do I have? Can I do more than one thing at a time? etc, etc.
So I wasn't sure what to say to my sassy-mouthed 4 yr old when I asked her to throw away some garbage and she asked,
"Mom, can you see what my hands are doing? How many hands do I have?"

Lacie-ism

While driving in the car, I employed the services of Andrea to help me teach Lacie the dangers of running into the street. I asked her to tell Lacie what would happen if she did so, to which she replied,
"You'll be squashed like a pancake!"
Lacie, with eyes as big as saucers, and with all the incredulity as could be mustered by a 3-yr old, clapped both hands on her cheeks and exclaimed,
"Oh, GOSH!"

(I had a hard time not driving off the road laughing.)

What the...?

Lacie, sporting a pull-up only, just went tearin' away from me when I asked her what on earth could account for the lumpy bulges in the sock she held in her hand.
Turns out it's her secret stash of mini-marshmallows.

Status Update

Lacie is now crying. Andrea just headed into their bedroom with a less-than-bulging sock saying, "You've eaten enough."

Feelin' the love

Please be my Valentine...





Or not!

A is for

Angel

My funny Lacie

Lacie runs at full steam right up until that steam runs out. Then she crashes whenever & wherever.




She's developing her own sense of fashion. (And for the record, this picture captured her in the middle of a "peace out!")




Yeah.... about that fashion sense...





The "fu-man-Lacie"