Wedding Plans

Tonight at the dinner table, Kaley announced that she is getting married. This sparked a lively discussion about wedding dresses, plans, etc.

I turned to Keira and asked her if she planned to get married when she grew up. She grinned slyly and said, "I already got married. TWO TIMES! AND, I have THREE BOYFRIENDS!!"

Kill The Wabbit

Today I got to say, "Kaley, take your bunny out of the microwave. We don't cook our pets."

Merry Christmas!

Money

We're planning a trip to the mall with Mémère to visit Santa tomorrow. The excitement is nearly too much for the girls to bear. Tonight at dinner, Keira started planning the details of the trip.

"Mommy, if I'm good at the mall tomorrow, can you and Mémère take me on one of the rides?"

I considered it, then replied, "Maybe, but not the trampoline."

"Why not the trampoline?"

"It's just too much money," I said.

She stared at me for a second, put on her best pensive look, then turned to look pitifully at her dad. Making herself both invisible and inaudible to me, she put her hand up beside her face and leaned toward him.

"Dad, can you please leave me some of YOUR money? You have rolls and rolls of it. I'd like the big stack, please."

Who's in charge, again?

Every night Keira comes up with more creative ways to avoid going to sleep. I rarely give in to her requests, but she can sometimes talk her dad into a sip of water or a spritz of air freshener in the room.

Tonight, she dropped her washcloth behind the bed (she likes to sleep with a washcloth next to her pillow in case she gets a runny nose - more of a security blanket situation than anything else). She called for her dad, and when he came in the room, she whispered very quietly to him:

"I have to tell you something, but mommy can't hear. This is what you're gonna do. You're gonna get my washcloth for me, then you're gonna get me something to drink in a couple minutes."

Little Daredevil

OK, it's not a funny quote or amusing anecdote, but I feel compelled to share. I have a feeling this little Kaley Knievel will be the death of me. For reference, besides her dad piping up half-way through her show and asking for a no-handed display, this was all her own idea.

(forgive the horrid mess of my work station in the corner)

Diggers

I came home this morning to find the girls and their mémère all squatted down behind the hedges. Keira was pulling weeds (yes, weeding is fun when you're 3), and Kaley was using a plastic shovel to diligently fill a plastic pail with dirt. I surveyed the resulting hole in the yard, sighed, and said, "Daddy's not going to be happy that you're digging in the yard again. He's told you before not to do that."

Keira turned to me, smiled, and said, "But, mommy, that's what we do. We're diggers."