(Let me preface this by saying that my nephew Nathan is stationed nearby on a ship called the San Antonio. This ship, unfortunately, has never worked very well. Too bad for Nathan, who joined the navy to see the world... And this conversation happened while crossing a bridge.)
Miss A: There's Cousin Nafan's boat!
Mama: Oh. That's not Cousin Nathan's ship. It looks like it though.
Miss A: Where is Cousin Nafan's boat?
Mama: I think it's out in the ocean.
Miss A: Maybe it sunk!
Monday, August 22, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Rules for Babies
1. Food stays in the belly.
2. Poops stay in the diaper.
Those are the two cardinal, hard and fast laws, but, here are some Strong Suggestions:
1. Focus only on eating. Babies don't need to multitask.
2. If it's light around you after you eat, stay awake and play.
3. If it's dark around you after you eat, go to sleep.
4. Suck a plug, even if you don't want to.
2. Poops stay in the diaper.
Those are the two cardinal, hard and fast laws, but, here are some Strong Suggestions:
1. Focus only on eating. Babies don't need to multitask.
2. If it's light around you after you eat, stay awake and play.
3. If it's dark around you after you eat, go to sleep.
4. Suck a plug, even if you don't want to.
Miss R
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| The Baby Sister has arrived! (If she looks concerned, she has cause... The Big Sisters don't have the best grip on her...) She is a good sleepy baby, and her sisters love her, mostly because Miss R came home from the hospital with some very nice presents for her sisters... Playmobiles will buy anyone's love, right? |
Friday, July 15, 2011
Miss A Pretends to be a Cat
Miss A: Miss M, are you a sneaking rat?
Miss M: Yep.
Miss A: Cats love to chase sneaking rats. So this cat is going to get you!
(Much running and chasing, then crying when Miss M didn't want to get tackled.)
Miss A: Do cats love balls?
Mama: Yes, they do.
Miss A: This cat is going to puster on that orange ball.
Mama: You're going to pounce on it?
Miss A: NO! I'm going to puster on it. That means pounce.
Miss M: Yep.
Miss A: Cats love to chase sneaking rats. So this cat is going to get you!
(Much running and chasing, then crying when Miss M didn't want to get tackled.)
Miss A: Do cats love balls?
Mama: Yes, they do.
Miss A: This cat is going to puster on that orange ball.
Mama: You're going to pounce on it?
Miss A: NO! I'm going to puster on it. That means pounce.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
The Stall...
I just put the girls down for bed, and Miss A obviously doesn't think she's ready (she is- through a terrible mistake on my part she stayed up until 12:30 last night). Here are some of the questions I got:
What's inside our nose? Way down deep.
Where do snots come from?
Where are we moving after Florida?
Why?
Why is water good for our bones?
This water bottle doesn't have any ice.
Why do we have to stay in heaven for a long time?
I don't want to get resurrected. I just want to go to the circus.
And on and on and on....
What's inside our nose? Way down deep.
Where do snots come from?
Where are we moving after Florida?
Why?
Why is water good for our bones?
This water bottle doesn't have any ice.
Why do we have to stay in heaven for a long time?
I don't want to get resurrected. I just want to go to the circus.
And on and on and on....
Saturday, June 4, 2011
While the Daddy's Away...
The girls will all go kind of crazy. Daddy had to go play soldier in Texas for eight days, and we're all finding it a bit hard to cope. Miss M repeatedly asks "Daddy still in Textas?" and Miss A comes in to my room several times a night to tell me about her bad dreams. At least I think she does. I'm never really coherent enough to make sense of what's happening. We have tried to stay busy and do fun things- Friday we went to the beach with friends, and today we attended a Pirate Festival. Tonight, in keeping with the girl's-only theme, we painted all our toenails and watched a fluffy musical. But nothing seems to really do the trick. Miss A kept asking "Why are they all singing?" and "Why are they dancing again?" She must have inherited her father's genes...
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Aquatic Mammals...
Miss A and Miss M were born loving anything to do with water. Baths, sprinklers, pools, oceans, you name it. Even getting underfoot to wet their hands while I water my plants with the hose. Miss A prays for the beach every time she says a prayer. They beg to go swimming. They talk about Grandma's pool with a "big slide" (a little blow-up pool with a plastic playground slide) like it's paradise on earth. So yesterday we finally made it to the spray ground at the botanical garden, and these girls got to get themselves wet.
They were so excited, they could barely function to dress in their bathing suits. They ran, they splashed, they dashed through every fountain, jet, mister, bubbler. And when they had no more energy, laid down in the deepest puddle, twitching. Daddy and I sat under a shady tree, and tried to fend off their dripping bodies when they leaped at us to tell us they were "GETTING ALL WET!!!!" and "DID YOU SEE DID YOU SEE DID YOU SEE!?!?!?!?" It was a wonderful time. Obviously, I need to take them swimming more often...
They were so excited, they could barely function to dress in their bathing suits. They ran, they splashed, they dashed through every fountain, jet, mister, bubbler. And when they had no more energy, laid down in the deepest puddle, twitching. Daddy and I sat under a shady tree, and tried to fend off their dripping bodies when they leaped at us to tell us they were "GETTING ALL WET!!!!" and "DID YOU SEE DID YOU SEE DID YOU SEE!?!?!?!?" It was a wonderful time. Obviously, I need to take them swimming more often...
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