I Love You This Much

Every night when I tuck the Child in and tell her I love her she says, "I love you this much," holding up 4 fingers, then follows with, "But I love Daddo this much," and holds up 5. I think she's still mad about "leaving" him (dropping him off) at the airport.
EDIT:: We recently discovered that she was telling me she only loves me 4 as opposed to Daddo's 5 because when she tells me she loves me, I tell her I love her two.

The Child often creates remakes of songs. One of her favorites is "The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the shirt." Just now she made up her own verse to "He's got the whole world in his hands" that went "He don't got Gigi in His hands," because she was looking for Gigi (her stuffed Giraffe) and couldn't find him.

I Got No Nuts

Earlier today I was cleaning out my car and switching Sister's carseat from an infant carrier to a larger, transitional carseat. After about 30 seconds of work, I realized the girls were going to have to join me in the car while I worked so I could see them. I was having quite a bit of trouble with the new carseat and was getting frustrated. Having both girls in the car was only making it more annoying. The following conversation is the result of that frustration and my Child's odd sense of humor and imagination.

"Child, can you please not sit there?......Child do not try to squeeze past me, there's no room......Ugh! Child you are driving me nuts!"
"You got nuts, Mama?"
"Yeah I got nuts- you and your sister. You are both nuts! And you're making me nuts too!"
"No, Mama. God made all of us. And he gave us nuts. He gave me nuts, Sister nuts, Daddo, Grandma....but not you. God didn't give you nuts."
"Oh, I think he did- he gave me you and you are a nut!"
"No, Mama. You don't have any nuts in your life."
( I then proceeded to crack up, since with my husband being in the Navy there has been quite a lacking of, um....nuts....in my life.)
She looked at me, and rolled her eyes then said, "No, Mama. You just crazy."
More cracking up. Lots more.

She likes it!

Scene: All the toys are out of the cabinet and on the floor. I can hear Sister screaming, but I can't see her.

"Child what are you doing?"
"Sister is hiding."
"Don't put her in the cabinet!"
"But she likes it!"
"Then why is she screaming and why are you holding the door closed?!"
"She likes it...."

One of those days....

Today has been one of those days where you're sure the kids were replaced by aliens in the night. First, I was awoken by "Mama, can you wipe this poop off my foot?" Sister caught on to the atmosphere quickly and within 20 minutes had bitten off the tip of a marker and squished the Child's favorite chapstick all over. I decided we needed to get out of the house and set up a last minute play date with Auntie. (We do this often, since her kids are close in age and they live very close by). We ended up missing the play date though.



I guess in the Child's world, "pick a snack out of the cabinet" sounds a lot like "take an union out of the cabinet and pulls the dried peels off, leaving the papery pieces all over the floor." And "don't be so rough with Sister" translates to "sit on her until she screams."



Hopefully we'll still be able to make the lunch part of our play date. If the kids aren't ready when I am, I just may leave without them.....AAAAAHHHH!

From the past few months

These are all tidbits from the past few months.

Upon finishing her chicken nuggets.
"Mama, I need more ketchup please."
"But you finished your nuggets. Do you want more?"
"No Mama, I'm full. But I need more ketchup."
"Why?"
"Just to wick it."
I'm beginning to understand why people have suggested counting ketchup as a serving of fruit...



My goofy daughter has an equally goofy best friend, Army Brat Matt:
Pick up lines from a 5 year old...
"So, whatchya doin, ladybugs?"

While waiting for the Child to put on her shoes to come out and play, Army Brat Matt sat down on the front porch with his pretend shot gun and camo helmet and played us a tune on his 3 stringed guitar. What a charmer.



"Mama, it's not fair."
"What's not fair?"
"The dog isn't being fair."
".....How so?"
"She's not playing tag right."
"Honey, she's a dog. She doesn't know how to play tag."
Child bursts into tears.
"I know, Mama. It's just not fair!"


Scene: We were stopped at a light that tends to be a sitting post for drifters and the homeless. Sure enough, there was a man holding a sign asking for help....
"Mama, why is dat man standing in the street? And why's he holding dat sign?"
"Well, sometime people don't have jobs or money so they lose their homes. His sign is asking for someone to help him find a job."
"Oh. Why?"
"Because you need a job so you can get money because you need money to buy a house and food..."
"and toys...."
"Yup, toys too..... How about we say a prayer for him."
"Good idea, Mama."
"Do you want me to say it or do you want to say it?"
"How bout we both do? You start it."
"Ok....Dear God, please help this man overcome the troubles that put him on the streets...."
"Get him a job...."
"Help him find a job so that he can have a home, and food...."
"and maybe some toys...."
"In the Lords name we pray, Amen..."
"Amen. Okay God, I gotta go. Talk to ya later. Bye!"

A Few Favorites

Here are a few favorite quotes from the past year or so to get us started. For those of you who've heard of her silliness before, feel free to request/ remind me of any quotes you'd like me to share. (On a side note, I'll refer to my husband as Daddo, myself as Mama, and my daughter as Child and out infant daughter as Sister)

Scene: Daddo has just walked into the room while getting ready for work he has a "union suit" (I call them one piece long johns) on.
"Look Mama, Daddo is wearing baby jammies!"

Scene: In the dark about 30 minutes after she's supposed to be asleep. She had asked for me to snuggle her, and how could I resist?
"Moo.......Moooooo"
"Child, be quite."
"....(whispered)mooooo."
"Child! Stop Mooing."
"......Meow....meow."

"What be on Auntie's cake?"
"Well, I don't know."
"How 'bout.....Camp Rock. Or maybe Jonas Brothers. Yeah! Ooo, I'll have Nick. He be yummy."

From the Mouths of Babes

For quite a while now I've been sharing with friends and family quotes from my energetic, thoughtful, and always a ham 3 year old daughter. People have suggested I start a blog with these quotes and stories, and I thought it sounded like it could be a good idea. Thus, From the Mouths of Babes was born. I hope you enjoy her budding sense of humor and undeniable innocence as much as I.