the.contents

Contents of a purse carried by a 3 year old:

1 pair of sunglasses {they're all the rage for preschoolers these days...daahhhrling}
1 dead/old cell phone {for calling her pretend peeps...she loves to pick it up and say "Yo!"...just like Daddy}
"My A Rhyme" book made at co-op {of course she's keeping the letter A}
"Happy Birthday" cut out {you never know when it's going to be someone's birthday and you've completely dropped the "card" ball...at least she'll have something to give}
1 random apple shape from a Sunday school lesson {Amelia, why do you have the apple in your purse? "Um, I don't know." Hence the term random.}

primary.colors

The other day, I was talking on the phone with my friend, Deanna.  We were discussing the upcoming primary elections.  I said, "Did I hear that they're changing the primaries?"  Claire immediately stops what she's doing, stares at me in shock, and asks, "They're changing the primary colors?!"

Unthinkable, isn't it?!

Love that girl. :)

self.discipline

Amelia walked up to me carrying some kid scissors yesterday.  She hands them to me and says, "Mom, please put these up high so I don't get them." 

Good thing someone around here is watching out for her safety...it's obviously not her sisters or her mother. :)

bikini.zucchini

The neighbors had monster zucchinis for sale last weekend for a quarter each.  Loved it.  We bought two.  Getting a three year old to say "zucchini" is simply amusing.

A: Can we eat the bikini?
Me: It's "zucchini" not "bikini". 
A: When we going to eat the bikini?
Me: ZOO-KEY-NEE.  Can you say that?
A: Yes...when we going to eat the zoobikini?

You just don't correct that kind of word.

growing.at.the.park

Today, I put a pair of jeans on Amelia that I thought were going to be too long.  They ended up being almost too short.  I commented, "When did you get so tall?"  Her response?  "At the park." 

This is quite possibly true.

six.months

Six months. 

loves:

her sisters {who lovingly gave her the headpiece}

spitting up

being held

spitting up on the floor

holding toys

spitting up on clean outfits

grabbing {insert nearby item}

spitting up on any outfit

sucking her fingers

television {she's glued to it if it's on...thankfully not often!}

spitting up on mommy

her bed

spitting up on mommy's feet

baths

spitting up on the kitchen floor

chewing on her fingers

spitting up on the couch

her mommy

peeing on herself in the bathtub {every.single.time}

daddy's beard

oh...and spitting up

not so fond of:

getting in her car seat

sleeping without something covering her face

switching sides while nursing

anything that hasn't been marked by her spit up

We love, love, love this baby.  Just sayin'.

a.cuddle.in.the.huddle

It's football season!! As we're watching a game the other day, Meredith asks, "Dad, what do football players do when they cuddle together?"

{chuckle}

"Well, they talk about which play they're going to run...and it's a huddle, not a cuddle."

***Picture courtesy of the "wedding" that we hosted in the kitchen a couple of weeks ago. It was complete with guests {stuffed animals and Olivia}, a flower girl {Amelia}, a bride {Claire}, a groom {stuffed moose}, and maid of honor {Meredith}. I served as the musician {Mary had a Little Lamb on the recorder}, photographer, and officiant. A lovely time was had by all.