Mickey and the Beanstalk, Dale version

From the desk of Daddy:

The kids love watching Mickey and the Beanstalk. Cue following conversation:
Lizzie: Daddy, you're tall, so you are the Beanstalk.
Me: Well, thank you. Okay, I am the Beanstalk.
Yumyum: I'm the duck! I'm Donald!
Lizzie: That's right Yumyum, you're Donald Duck, and I'm Mickey.
Yumyum: Who's Mommy?
Lizzie: Hmmmm... Mommy's Goofy!

Don't eat the castle

Elizabeth, while playing with Duplos (blocks) next to the 6 month old baby Aaron:

"No! I'm trying to build a castle! Build the castle, don't eat the castle."

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.