Not Listening

Last night we went to Waffle Cone Wednesday. As we were standing in line, I decided to read the flavors to Lizzy, so she would have time to make a decision:

Me: "Lizzy, they have chocolate, white chocolate.... hey, are you listening to me?"
Lizzy, with a spaced out look on her face: "Nope, I'm not."

At least she's honest!

Pillow Pet

Lizzy has never been really "attached" to anything... she never really had a favorite blanket or stuffed animal. But recently, she's grown strangely attached to her pink and purple unicorn pillow pet, as expressed in a recent conversation we had:

Lizzy: "My love my pillow pet."
Me: "Why?"
Lizzy: "My just love to chew on the unicorn horn."
Me: "That's kind of gross. Why do you do that?"
LIzzy: "What?!?! It's tasty! It kind of tastes like deer meat."

All I can say is GROSS!!!

Hunting Fever

Pheasant season doesn't open until October, but every year, starting in about August, Brad gets "hunting fever", or the "itch" as he calls it.  Apparently he has passed the "itch" onto Lizzy.

As we were driving to church last night, Lizzy suddenly noticed the whole family was in the van and she exclaimed: "Hey! Where are we going? My thought we were going to go hunting.. just me, Dad and Dwayney Walker!"

Cake = Pie

Lizzy is going to be in speech therapy forever.

I realized this as I watched her play with playdough the other day:

Lizzy: "Hey Mom, look at my take!"
Me: "Your what?"
Lizzy: "My take!"
Me: "Oh, you're cake. Say c-c-c-ake."
Lizzy: "Hey Mom, look at my pie!"

"F-I-T"

Lizzy: "Come on Mary. Let's go!"
Mary: "Where are we going?"
Lizzy, with an exhausted sigh: "You know....we're going to 'F-I-T'. Now come on before Morgan notices."
Mary: "What is 'F-I-T'?"
Lizzy, with another exhausted sigh: "You know... 'F-I-T'... the amusement park!"

I think we need to work on her spelling! But, Morgan never did catch on and they were able to go without her tagging along!

Favorite

Lizzy: "Mom, which kid is your favorite?"
Me: "Lexi/Jake/Lizzy/Morgan."
Lizzy: "NO! Which ONE person in this family is your favorite?"
Me: "I have to pick Dad then."
Lizzy: "Ok, fine. Then the rest of us are going to Tennessee."

Unconditional Love

Me, after accidently dripping water in Lizzy's eye: "Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you ok?"
Lizzy, smiling: "Of course. My fine."
Me: "Whew. I thought maybe you would be mad at me!"
Lizzy: "Mom, how could a four year old be mad at her mom???"

Too Much Flood-Talk

As we were driving through a road construction zone the other day, Lizzy noticed the heavy equipment moving dirt.

Lizzy: "Mom, they're moving dirt!"
Me: "Yep. I wonder what they're doing."
Lizzy: "Mom, they're moving dirt to vuild a dike for the flood."

At this point, I realized my four year old really does hear everything, and as a result, knows way too much about floods and flood protection.

Sidewalk Chalk Lizzy

The little girls were playing with chalk in the front driveway. I wasn't really paying attention to what they were drawing, until they went inside. Then I realized Lizzy had traced herself.. and added some features (like toes, hair and a peace sign in her hand!)

Ridiculous

Last night we went to a party at the neighor's. It was a Hawaiian theme. A few months ago Lizzy refused to wear the grass skirt and coconut bra we bought her on our vacation to Hawaii. But last night, she was willing to try, but as I was tying her coconut bra she made a confession:

"Mom, I look ridiculous!"

Unforgettable

Lizzy: "My don't want to grow up."
Me: "Why not?"
Lizzy: "I'm worried Mary won't remember me when I grow up."

New Shoes

Lizzy's new shoes. A friend bought them for her, said they "screamed Lizzy". Really can't argue with that....if there was ever a girl who could pull off sparkly shoes, Lizzy is that girl.

Attitude Adjustment

A couple of times last week when I picked Lizzy up from daycare, she had complete meltdowns. I was completely frustrated and gave her a lecture on the drive home.

Me: "Lizzy, when you cry and scream and act like a baby when I pick you up, it hurts my feelings. I know daycare is fun, but I'm fun too, if you're nice."

I figured she wasn't listening but I felt better.

Apparently she was listening. Now when I pick her up from daycare, she runs to the van and says "Come on Mom! Let's go have some fun!"

Learning to Drive

When it's time to teach Lizzy how to drive, I think I'll do it. Brad is a very bad influence!

God Fairy

Lizzy: "Mary, will yo do my hair?"
Mary: "No thanks."
Lizzy: "But you have to."
Mary: "Why do I have to?"
Lizzy: "Because you're my god fairy."
Mary: "Your what?"
Lizzy: "My god fairy."
Mary: "I don't know what that is."
Lizzy: "What are you to me?"
Mary: "Your great aunt."
Lizzy: "No, Madonna... what are you to Morgan?"
Madonna: "Her great aunt."
Lizzy: "No, what else are you to her?"
Madonna: "Her godmother?"
Lizzy: "Yes! That's it! Mary, you have to do my hair for you my godmother!"

Super-fabulous

Lexi: "Lizzy, can you say supercalifragilisticespialidocious?"
Lizzy: "Sure. Super-fabulous."

Suzie Petunia

Me: "Lizzy, if you could pick any name for yourself, what would you pick?"
Lizzy: "Suzie. And my nickname would be Pe-tuna (she means "petunia", but she can't say "petunia"). You could call me Suzie Pe-tuna"

"Dude, he's dead."

While waiting for Lexi today, Lizzy's imagination (and a blue tooth made out of duct tape) kept the rest of us entertained: