The Creative One

Lizzy: "Did you see my fancy door knob?"
Me: "Yes, it is beautiful. I wonder who did it."
Lizzy, pointing at herself: "Um.. who's the creative one? This girl!"

Special Requests

Lizzy, while I was reading a bedtime story: "Wait a minute."
Me: "Ok"
Lizzy, looking up: "Santa, my love you. And God, I really don't want to go to the bad place when I die. I want to go to heaven. I'll try to behave."

In-Appointment

Lizzy, running into the kitchen to tattle: "Dad! Morgan turned on the tv and she's watching something in-appointment!"

In-appointment = inappropriate :-)

Grocery Shopping

Lizzy has been dreaming of a "Chrissy and Lizzy" day all week.

Today, she got a little Chrissy time.

The two of them went grocery shopping.

I found this out when Chrissy posted this picture on Facebook (how did we spy on our daycare providers before there was Facebook and smartphones to check Facebook while working?):

I smiled when I saw this picture, because I knew Lizzy was in her glory having Chrissy all to herself. And I also smiled because I knew they were at "our" grocery store.

I asked if Lizzy introduced Chrissy to all her "friends" at the store - the free sample ladies and a couple of the checkers always get hugs when we're there. And if I ever go to the store alone, they ask where Lizzy is!

Turns out there were no hugs today, but on the way there Lizzy told Chrissy "we will probably see my mom here. She is always here."

And on the way out, Miss Lizzy recognized one of the workers.. andgave her a "good morning" and a big smile.

How can you not love this girl?

I especially love that Lizzy treats the people working at the grocery store like people, even as friends, not servants. So often we see people talk down to those who work at grocery stores, gas stations, restaurants, etc. It makes me sad. Those people are just trying to earn a living, and provide for their families. They're no different than we are.

And I'm so proud of my four year old for "getting" this!

And, for the record, I actually would love to be the free sample lady at the grocery store. Handing out free samples of apples and grapes would be a super fun job!

Tears

Lizzy has a big stuffed puppy named "Woof Woof".

She got it for her first birthday, and has slept with it ever since... except for those months poor Woof Woof got forgotten at the farm.

Now, when Woof Woof is missing, it's a pretty big deal.

Like when I was putting Lizzy to bed tonight:

Me: "Ok, one book and then it's time to go to sleep."
Lizzy: "But, where's Woof Woof?"
Me: "I think he's downstairs. Do you want to go get him quick?"
Lizzy: "Yes. Hold on."

Lizzy runs downstairs, comes back without Woof Woof.

Me: "Where's Woof Woof?"

Lizzy: "Just read. Fast. Or else the tears will come."

Tears - because she couldn't find Woof Woof.

No worries though.

Big sister Lexi to the rescue, and Lizzy went right to sleep... we didn't even finish the book :)

Sharing

Lizzy was sitting on the couch.

She got up to get a book.

While she was up, Morgan stole her spot (which, in her defense, was a really good seat).

Lizzy: "Morgan! That's my spot!"
Morgan: "No!"
Me: "Lizzy, you got up. Move your feet lose your seat."
Lizzy: "Why? What is this? Share your seat with your sister day? If it is, I want it to be tomorrow."

Front Row Seats

We slept in this morning, and thought we'd go to church at 6:30 tonight.

When we pulled into the parking lot, it was totally empty and the lights were off in the church.

Oops.

There was no service this evening.

Lizzy, still not convinced there wasn't Mass: "Yay! We're the only ones here. We'll get front row seats for sure!"