Out Of The Mouths Of Babes

My husband and I still laughing at something The Princess said the other day about her dad.

There are many reasons why E loves her dad. He gets right down on the floor and plays games with her, builds sand castles with her at the beach, is the guest at many of her "birthday parties", lets her decorate his hair/body with any number of barrettes, jewelery, snuggles with her as they watch tv, has pillow fights with her, pretty much anything she wants. Her works very hard so that I can be a stay-at-home mom, but when he is home, he really enjoys spending quality time with her.

Fast forward to this past weekend. E and I just got out of our pool and are sitting in the sun drying off. E is nestled in the middle of her inner tube floaty that she likes to snuggle in when she is done swimming. She turns to me and says, ""Mom, I know some kids don't have dads, but I've got the best dad in the world." In that brief split second before she continues, I'm thinking, she's going to say something about how much fun he is to play with because we sometimes call him her "play mate" or something along those lines. No, as she continues with her thought, it was all I could do not to break out in laughter. "He picks up lots of dog poop from Jake and Luke." Of all the wonderful things that her daddy does, picking up dog poop apparently ranks #1. Out of the mouths of babes.

Wanna Party?

The Princess LOVES to throw parties. Just about every day she has a party for someone: for her dad, for me, for her dolls, or for her stuffed animals. She loves to give lots of presents (toys from her room), and has food and cake and ice cream. Sometimes, she even dresses up in her princess gowns...today was one of those days:




Today, E had blankets on the floor with our food all layed out. She had presents in baskets covered with blankets (wrapping) and we had a good ole time opening gifts and playing with them. I can't think of a better way to spend my day. :o)

Barbie Time.......

I used to play with Barbies when I was a kid. Now my daughter is getting into them. One of her favorites (due in part because her grandma sends her Barbie books) is the Barbie Thumbelina. We were at the grocery store today, no where near the toy isles, and there, sitting all alone on a top shelf, was Thumbelina. Poor, lonely Thumbelina. Just crying out for someone to take her home. Eagle Eye E spotted her and decided SHE was just the kid to rescue Thumbelina. So, Thumbelina is now at home with us, safe and sound, and has not left the hands/arms of my daughter for most of the afternoon. Thumbelina has had snack and dinner with E and is now snuggled up on the couch watching Sprout's Goodnight Show. Lucky girl....which one am I talking about? You decide.

You Don't Know Anything Mom!

What mom hasn't heard those words before? E told me today "Mom, you don't know anything and I know a lot! I know how to say lots of things and I know how to jump and hop and all kinds of stuff and you don't!" :o) She didn't say it in a mean way but more of a matter-of-fact way. I'll let her think she is right. Kids are supposed to realize in their 20's that maybe mom and dad really do know what they are talking about. I'm still waiting for my oldest (he is 23 years old) to reveal to me that has been so enlightened. I'm not holding my breath though.