Tuesday, November 4, 2008
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March 24, 2008
As A plays with a plastic spoon and thumps it on Daddy's face;
K: Look! A thinks Daddy's face is a bowl of soup!
March 1, 2008
Evidence of C's influence on K:
As she is playing with her Fisher Price people, they are pretending to run errands together. I assume that she will have them run the errands that we run together, but no.
"Let's go to the Apple Store!"
February 29, 2008
I look up from dinner to see what K is laughing about. She says, "Mommy, there is nothing in there" as she pulls on C's finger.
February 22, 2008
Mommy comes downstairs dressed in a suit for a job interview. K rarely even sees me with a shirt tucked in.
"Mommy, why are you wearing Daddy's clothes?"
January 21, 2008
K was priceless today. Two great quotes:
"She has a baby in her tummy!" "Just like when you had A in your tummy." "That's right. And you were in my tummy, too." "But I don't want to go back in your tummy. It was really dark."
#2 - "K, you aren't listening to me!" "What you said?"
December 2007
Here are some highlights of the last few weeks of 2007 -
"When I get really tall, I wanna be a baseball player. And a fighter fighter (fire fighter for those who don't speak preschoolerese)."
I was talking to C about when we should take down the tree. Since I was feeling particularly lazy on New Years' Day, I was telling him the story about the 3 Wise Men and technically, we can wait another 5 days in honor of their journey bringing gifts to the baby Jesus. "Cheeses! Where's the cheeses??"
December 12, 2007
K loves to sing. At the top of her lungs, usually. We can tell that her preschool is preparing for the holiday party since she is singing Christmas songs I have never taught her. Today was "Frosting the Snowman".
December 7, 2007
K has been having some issues with not being the baby anymore. The other day we brought up the high chair for A. She looked at it and said "When I grow up, I will be a baby!"
December 2, 2007
Mommy is pouting at the lunch table about something and not talking. K looks at Daddy
"I think she's dead."
"What?"
"I think she's dead. She needs new batteries."
Ahh, if it were that simple. . . .
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