Skittle Pie

Loyal Lizzy-ism readers - this is the post you've been waiting for!

Let me refresh your memories with this post from September 30, 2010:

Morgan and I walked to the mailbox this afternoon. Lizzy was waiting in the driveway when we got back. Here's the conversation that followed:

Me: "Hello Lizzy!"
Lizzy: "My not Lizzy."

Me: "Who are you then? Lexi?"

Lizzy: "No me Lexi."

Me: "Hello, Jakey."

Lizzy: "No me Jakey."

Me: "Hello Bob."

Lizzy: "No me Bob."

Me: "Well who are you then, little girl?"
Lizzy: "My am Emily O!" (Emily O. is a friend of Lexi's)
Me: "Well hello Emily O!"

Lizzy: "Hello Emily O's mom. You making a pie. A Skittle pie. A sour Skittle pie."

Memo to self... get sour Skittle pie recipe from Emily O's mom.

Today, Emily O. and her mom came through. Big time. As I was cooking supper, the doorbell rang. It was Emily, her mom and her brother, delivering the most beautiful Skittle pie I've ever seen. Okay, so it was also the only Skittle pie I've ever seen, but it was still a thing of beauty. Check it out:

Just a few minutes ago, we finally sat down to taste the Skittle pie Lizzy has been dreaming about for over a year. She was nice enough to share with Lexi and Tess. They decided not to cut it, for fear of ruining the pie's beautifulness.

As for the pie's taste, well, let's just say that left a little to be desired:

Lizzy, after eating a couple of bites: "Eww.. my have to spit this out."

Lizzy, after running to the garbage can and spitting out the Skittle pie: "Wow. My am never eating that again. Because when I ate that one piece where the Skittles were, that was nasty!"

No worries though, Em and family - she is thrilled that you delievered a homemade pie. It really is the thought that counts.

But now what will I tease you about?


Lizzy, Emily O., and the most beautiful Skittle pie ever.

First taste of the Skittle pie!

Lizzy the food critic :-)



Llama Llama Strikes Again

As always, Morgan and I read a few "Llama Llama" books tonight.

And, as always, Lizzy climbed onto the couch for the last few pages.

When we got to this page, things got interesting:

Me, reading: "Llama Llama MISSES MAMA!"

Me, turning to Lizzy: "Lizzy, will that be you next year when you're at kindergarten? Will you miss Mama?"

Lizzy, rolling her eyes: "Um, no way."

Ouch.

"Focus"

Lizzy and Grandpa were playing with a cat (named Lizzy).
Grandpa got sidetracked hanging a picture.
The kitty ran away, but Lizzy quickly caught her, and just as quickly, scolded Grandpa:

"Grandpa! Focus on the kitty!"

"You Know What"

Lizzy: "So, is tomorrow 'you know what'?"
Jake: "What do you mean?"
Lizzy: "You know... you know what."

FYI - "You know what" is Christmas!

Barbie Talk

Lizzy and Chrissy were playing Barbies.
Here is part of the conversation I caught:

Lizzy's beautiful brunette Barbie:  "We should go on a date."
Chrissy's Ken doll: "Sure. Do you want to go to McDonald's?"
Lizzy's Barbie: "Um, how about Ground Round? Just let me change my clothes."
Chrissy's Ken doll: "You don't need to change. I think you look beautiful."
Lizzy: "No, my have a dress that is even more beautiful. Hold on."

Lizzy's Barbie disappears to go change clothes.

Another Barbie pops out from around the corner.

Chrissy's Ken doll: "Wow. You look different. Like a different person."
Lizzy's new, psycho Barbie: "You do NOT date my sister! You date me DUDE!"

The psycho sister

The Dude

The Good Sister

"Blah blah blah"

Lizzy and Jorja were fighting over a Barbie.

Madonna: "Lizzy, can you share with her?"
Brad, whispering: "Santa is still watching you."

Lizzy handed over the Barbie.

Brad: "That was very nice of you. Thank you."
Lizzy in her brattiest voice: "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah."

"Amazing"

Driving home after dropping Lexi off at the Y tonight, the little girls and I stumbled upon some great nativity scenes.

Lizzy was super excited.

Morgan, not so much... she fell asleep.

But Lizzy wasn't going to let a sleepy sister keep her from checking out baby Jesus. She ran up to this one, hoping and wishing it would be a real baby in the manger. She was a little disappointed when she realized it was just a doll, but she still  thought it was "amazing." 

Our next stop was at a living nativity. Yep, real live animals and people. Lizzy loved the donkey and the sheep, and one of the volunteers even offered to let her try on the angel costume. She was quick to reply "My am not an angel."

Lizzy has informed the rest of the family that they "totally" missed out tonight, and plans to take them to see what she saw tonight.

She also saw a house that is decorated to the max with Christmas lights. It's a house we drive by nearly everyday, but apparently she never noticed it before. Here was our conversation as we approached the house:

Me: "Lizzy, check out this house. I know we see it a lot, but it's really cool."
Lizzy: "Whoa! Smack me with a pickle.. that is amazing!"

We'll be taking the family by that house on our tour tomorrow too :)

Sugar

This Lizzy-ism needs a little set-up:

When we pick Lexi up from school, we don't even attempt to get in the snake dance that is the parents picking up their kids at Wachter Middle School. I made that mistake once. Never again. Instead, we park in a friend's driveway. She lives across the street from the school, and while it's a bit of hike from the front doors of the school to Ma's house, it is better than the snake dance. A few times a week, Lizzy likes to run into Ma's house just to say hi and how much she loves her. Ma is the sweetest lady (worked with Brad for years, just retired this fall) and loves Lizzy's quick little visits.

Ok, thats the back story. Now here's the Lizzy-ism:

Lizzy got a treat at the gas station today: one of those cleverly packaged candy things, that's basically just straight sugar. I tried to discourage her, but there was no changing her mind, so I wrote it off as a battle I didn't really need to win.

A little bit later, while we waited in Ma's driveway for Lexi, Lizzy decided she better check on Ma and give her a hug. She ran into the house, visited for a few minutes, then came running back out to the van with a puzzled look on her face.

Me: "How's Ma today?"
Lizzy: "She's great. But silly too."
Me: "Why silly?"
Lizzy: "Her offered me sugar! Don't worry though. My told her I have plenty of sugar in my van so she should just keep her sugar."

FYI - Lizzy did not nap today, and was up very late. A sign of too much sugar!!!

No Love

Morgan had her two year old check up today.

Lizzy tagged along, and was more than happy to go to the doctor for someone else's problem. But, she was sure to let our family doctor know what she thinks of him:

Lizzy, looking up from the picture she was drawing: "Well, my do still hate you."

This is why I love our family doctor: his response, while laughing = "Oh, Lizzy. Someday when I write my memoirs, you'll be page 206."

Autograph Session

Last week Lizzy asked me to delete all the Lizzy-isms.

You may remember, I asked for your help in convincing her to let me continue. Thanks for all the comments - I think I've got her blessing, for now anyway.

Lizzy and I had a nice conversation about how famous she is, how much people enjoy reading about her, and how she makes people smile. One comment made a very big impression on her:

Dawn Kopp wrote: "I love them! She is very wise...please don't delete them. Plus, she's famous. Maybe that will help. Maybe, you could stage a meeting with one of her fans who ask for her autograph. I'd love Lizzy's autograph!"

I read this to Lizzy, and she got very excited.
Lizzy: "What? You mean I have a fan? Like Hannah Montana? Wow."
Me: "Yep. I guess you do. Would you like to stop by her office and give her an autograph?"
Lizzy: "Sure. But what will my say?"
Me: "I don't know. Let's practice. Maybe something like 'Hi. I'm Lizzy."
Lizzy: "Ok. Like 'Hi. My name is Lizzy. My heard you wanted my autograph.'"
Me: "That would be perfect."

We drove downtown, surprised Dawn at her office, and then Lizzy's stage fright set in.

She didn't say a word.

But she did manage to give her autograph, and pose for a picture:
 

Autograph Session

 

The autograph!



Fan pictures... just like Hannah Montana!

Thanks Dawn, for being such a great sport!

And to all of you, thanks for helping me convince Lizzy the Lizzy-isms need to continue :)

Buttocks

Lizzy: "Wow. It's cold outside. I'm freezing my buttocks off. Wait, Mom.. what are my buttocks?"

Delete

Lizzy has suddenly become very aware of this blog.

Here are her instructions to me:

"Go online and delete the whole Lizzy-ism site. Tell everyone you're sorry, but there will be no more Lizzy-isms. Ever."
Thoughts?

Should I stop?

If not, why should I keep writing them?

Help me out here.. i need some good, solid reasons so I can win the fight with Miss Lizzy!

Eggnog

Lizzy, while snooping in the fridge at daycare: "Donna! Is that Christmas cream?"

Christmas cream = eggnog (in a very festive carton)

Ribs

I made beef ribs for supper a few nights ago.

I wasn't sure what the kids would think. Turns out, Jake and Lizzy love ribs.

Especially Lizzy:

Lizzy, between bites: "Mom. These are soooo good. Can we have them again the time after tomorrow?"

Then tonight, out of the blue:
Lizzy: "Mom, tomorrow can we have cow for supper?"
Me: "Um, you mean like a burger?"
Lizzy: "No. Like those things you  made the other day. I loved them. Can we have cow again tomorrow?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

Me, as I tucked Lizzy into bed: "Did you have a good day today?"
Lizzy: "I don't want to talk about it."
Me: "Why? Was it bad?"
Lizzy: "No. It was a great day. I just don't want to talk about it."

What's Cookin'?

How to Embarass Lexi

Lizzy, while eating breakfast this morning: "Hey Mom. I know how you can really embarass Lexi if you want to."
Me: "How?"
Lizzy: "Just walk into her school and kiss her in front of all her friends. She would die! It would be so funny!"
Me: "Would that embarass you or could I do that when you're in kindergarten?"
Lizzy: "Um, no way. That would be soooo embarassing!"

A Towel

Lizzy, walking out of the bathroom at a friend’s house, shaking her hands: “Um, usually people have towels in their bathrooms.”

A Keeper

Me: “Morgan is sleeping in her coat again.”

Lizzy; “Why?”
Me: “Because she fell asleep on the way home and I just put her in her bed.”

Lizzy: “Who?”

Me: “Your sister, Morgan. She’s about this tall, blonde hair, do you know her?
LIzzy: “Well, yes. She is my baby sister.”

Me: “Do you like her? Should we keep her?”

Lizzy: “Um… sure. Why not.”

Go Get a Mocha

Me: “Lizzy, you can’t run outside without us. I was worried about you.”
Lizzy: ‘Oh. Huh. I thought maybe you and Morgan would say ‘Whew she’s gone. Let’s go get a mocha'.”

Farting Van

Driving on a two lane highway this afternoon, I wandered across the center line for a second. The rumble strips did their job - they got my attention and Lizzy's too:

Lizzy: "Wow. What was that noise? Did the van just fart?"

Barbie Love

Lizzy spent several hours this afternoon playing Barbies.

By herself.

I was so impressed with her ability to keep herself busy, without the television on, that I decided to compliment her.

Me: "Lizzy, you're doing such a great job of playing by yourself."
Lizzy: "Well, my just discovered that my do really love Barbies!'

Later, when I tucked her into bed, I found her Barbies all lined up beside her bed, tucked in and "sleeping".

Me: "Oh look, the Barbies are all in bed sleeping already."
Lizzy: "Yep. My tucked them in. And wow...they were crabby! You know how our last name is Kerzman?"
Me: "Is that their last name too?"
Lizzy: "Nope. They are named Heupel. And that's a real dolphin, not a stuffed animal. They have cool pets.'

The Cutest Thing

Lizzy: "Mom! The cutest thing just happened!"
Me: "What?"
Lizzy: "It was Morgan. Her hugged me! It was so cute!"