Bedtime prayers by Lizzie

Tonight's bedtime prayer: "He'enly Father, thank you Mommy, thank you Daddy, thank you Mad At Mama[1], thank you Llama Mama[2], thank you puppies[3], thank you kitty cat monsner[4], thank you blanket[5], thank you p'incess blanket, thank you Elmo[6], Thank you Blue Bunny, thank you tutu [7] thank you water, thank you Name Jesus Christ, Amen." It was simultaneously adorable, precious, and absolutely hilarious. Much like Patrick and the infamous "Bless Steve, bless Steve, and bless Steve.".
[1] Llama Llama Mad At Mama
[2] Llama Llama Red Pajama
[3] The Secret Six puppies from Scooby Doo
[4] Her favorite episode of Scooby Doo
[5]the purple blanket Terressa from Baby Beulah Boutique [shameless plug] made
[6] Her stuffed pterodactyl
[7] Her red, white, and blue tutu from Ashley's Tutu and Frills (shameless plug number 2) made. She wears it pretty much 24/7.

This little puppy went to market

Me: "This little piggy went to market, this little pig-" 
Lizzie: "NO!!! No piggies!!! Puppies!" 
Me: "This little puppy went to market, this little puppy stayed home..." 
Lizzie: "Hehehe, puppies!"

Cotton Balls?

From the desk of Daddy:


So Elizabeth, my 2 year old, came up to me with a bag of cotton balls asking "snack?" I told her those were not snacks, and it would not be yummy. Silly me, I thought that would be the end of it. Instead, I turn around again and find Lizzy managed to not only recover the bag, but got into it and tried to eat one. Her response was to spit it out and sadly say "yucky."

Just another day in paradise

So the other day, this is how it went. Lizzie insisted on wearing her frog footie pajamas for the third day in a row. I'm not talking just wearing at bedtime, I'm talking about wearing them all. day. long. Yeah, she loves those pajamas. In the meantime, YumYum had figured out that the toy bar on the walker makes a perfect teether, both in height, shape, and materials, and was happily nomming away. Bagheera was glaring at the world from on top of a tv, Mojito was curled up snuggling with a huge petticoat, Callista was taking a nap in the baby bouncy seat, and Logan was cuddling with my boots. Admittedly, cuddling with the boots was better than earlier when I caught him snuggling with the toaster (on the counter in the kitchen by the stove). I wish I could have gotten a picture.

Lunch?

Conversation yesterday evening with the hubs (Him), me (Me), and Lizzie-bear (Lizzie).
Me: Did she eat lunch?
Him: Yup, we ate a good big lunch.
Lizzie: lunch
Me: What did you eat for lunch?
Him: chips.
Me: Chips?
Him: and something else too, what was it...
Me: chips??
Him: oh yeah, applesauce!
Me: Chips and applesauce?
Him: yeah!
Me: that's not lunch!
Him: uh....
Me: Lizzie-bear, are you hungry?
Lizzie: (hunching her shoulders over and sucking in her gut) Hungwy.... stawving... wasting 'way... 
Me: Uh-huh...
Lizzie:  Chocowate?
Him: Thanks a lot kid.

What does Tom say?

This morning, I had the following conversation with Lizzie-bear.

Me: What does the puppy say?
Her: Woof woof
Me: What does the kitty say?
Her: Meow
Me: What does the lion say?
Her: Rawr
Me: What does Tom say?
Her: Bebe.....

Here's why this is wildly amusing. Our friend Tom is helpless when it comes to anything having to do with the kitchen. The joke (at least, I think it's a joke) is that he's not allowed to make a sandwich without supervision. Anytime our group of friends is over at his house, asking a difficult question like "Hey Tom, how do you set the timer for the oven?" results in him yelling "Bebe..." and asking his wife. And so, Lizzie-bear knows that what Tom says - in the same fashion that she knows the rooster says "cock-a-doodle-doo" - is "Bebe".

Our evening...

We had an interesting evening. Elizabeth wouldn't eat anything for supper but oatmeal (she had 2 large bowls), Miriam wanted to eat at the same time. So there I am, sitting on my boppy b/c my nether regions hurt, holding Miri in my left arm nursing her and helping Lizzie-bear eat with my right hand. Then Jamie came over and started eating the cheerios Lizzie threw on the floor and licking Lizzie's feet, Mojito and Logan started harassing Calista and then Mojito went on to wrestling with a scratching post, and Bagheera sat on top of a bar stool watching the madness and giving everyone a combination of the side-eye and a disdainful "You are all beneath me" stare in the most cat-like fashion.

Eventually Lizzie finished her oatmeal and started playing in the living room while I finished eating (Miri was in the moby wrap by this time). The following conversation ensued:

Lizzie: Book. *hands me a phone book*
Me: Yes, that's a phone book.
Lizzie: Read! *opens the phone book*
Me: Okay. Once upon a-
Lizzie: *points at a car advertisement* Oatmeal. The end. *wanders off to play with pots and pans*

My kids crack me up.

Of baby blankets, chicken strips, and doggie kisses

We went to visit my parents this weekend and on our way back home today, it was kind of interesting. Elizabeth was sitting in her car seat on the right side, Miriam was in her car seat (rear facing of course) in the middle, and Jamie (the dog) was sitting on the seat on the left. All three were in the back. I looked back at one point and realized that Elizabeth had stolen Miriam's blanket. Then I looked at the other side and realized that Jamie was giving Miriam kisses. Then I looked back again and realized that Elizabeth had started sharing her chicken strips with Jamie with Miriam stuck in the middle between them. I took the next exit I saw and pulled off into the parking lot of the gas station/truck stop to give Miriam her blanket back and resituate Jamie.