Warm-Up Routine

Jake and Lizzy took all the cushions off the couches, piled them in the middle of the living room floor, and took turns jumping off the coffee table into the cushions. There were no broken bones, amazingly. But the best part, by far, is Lizzy's warm-up routine.

Famous

Me: "I like the way you put your pants over your boots. That's how Lexi does it."
Lizzy: "Thanks. My want to be famous."

Something tells me she will be famous someday, for more than just her boots.

"A Coughing Mama"

I am losing my voice. I didn't think it sounded that bad, but Lizzy let me know it did.

"Mom, you voice sound so weird. You sound like a coughing mama. Maybe you just stop talking."

A Question to Tell

Lizzy: "Mom my have a question to tell you. Why there no plain string cheese in the fridge? Cuz my ate it all. Argh! Now what my eat for breakfast?"

"You not going to die?"

Last night Brad and Dwayne Walker were cutting deer meat and making sausage in the garage. Lizzy wanted to say hi to "Dwayney Walker" so I went out to the garage with her. They had a case of beer. I took one and said something like "Lizzy needed to say hi, and I needed a beer." We visited for awhile, and I drank my beer. Suddenly Lizzy looked at me and said:

"You got your beer Mom. You not going to die anymore?"
I really don't drink that much. I promise!

Just Like Donna

Lizzy: "Mom, you want to be more like Donna Buth?"
Me: "Yes! Madonna is awesome."
Lizzy: "K. You want to be like Donna you have to make green beans, some orange stuff and apples cut up like bananas. K? That's all you do and then you just like my Donna."

Anonymous Artwork

Artwork on top of the fridge

Most people hang their children's artwork on the fridge. Apparently, at my house, we make artwork right on the fridge, even on teh top, where no child should be able to reach.

I discovered this "artwork" on top of the fridge this morning... someone took an Elmo stamp and stamped red Elmos all over the top of the fridge. I assume it was Lizzy, but she didn't confess during my interrogation;

Me: "Lizzy, there are Elmo stamps all over the fridge. Did you do that?"
Lizzy: "Nope. Wasn't me."

Me: "Really? Who could have done it then?"

Lizzy: "My don't know. Maybe Lexi?"

Baby Got Back

Lizzy, while listening to Baby Got Back on Lexi's iPod: "Mom, you like this song?"
Me: "Um, I guess."
Lizzy: "Good. For this your song....big butts, like you big butt!"

What you been eating?

Lizzy, as she carried Morgan down the hallway; "Wow. You getting big Morgs. My can hardly lift you. What you been eating?"

New Pajamas

Lexi walked into Lizzy's room as she was putting her pajamas on. Lizzy found some pajama bottoms she hadn't worn before. When she saw Lexi was watching, Lizzy asked her: 'Do these shorts make my butt look good?"

Lexi smiled, but didn't know what to say. She didn't have to say anything, because without missing a beat, Lizzy answered her own question: "My know. My butt look fabulous!"

A Day in the Life of Lizzy

It's been quite a day with Miss Lizzy...

• Lexi and I explained to Lizzy how she needs to behave, because Santa is watching. As we walked through Hobby Lobby, we kept reminding her of this, and that she should be good so she gets on the nice list, not the naughty list. Lizzy's response: "My don't want to be on  any list."
• At the grocery store, she was trailing behind us. I wasn't sure where she was, until I heard "Elizabeth!". Lizzy was yelling at herself.
• Lizzy is a pretty loyal fan when it comes to her brother and sister. At Jake's basketball game this morning, she figured out he is number six. From the stands, for the entire game, at the top of her lungs, she cheered: "Go number six! Go Jakey! Number six! Number six!"
• This afternoon Lexi and I were laying on the living room floor. We told Lizzy she was in charge. She covered us with blankets, and told us it was nap time. Lexi kicked me and I pretended to cry. Lizzy stroked my face and comforted me by saying "That ok. She does that. She is mean."
• Lexi and I were singing in the van. Lizzy yelled at us: "Be quiet! For Morgan is trying to sleep!"
• We rented movies tonight.... "Boo-ya! My got Toy Story Three! What is Toy Story Mom?"
• Jake and Lizzy were talking about what they will be when they grow up. Jake told LIzzy she will probably be a troublemaker and work at McDonalds. She said "No. My not gonna be a troublemaker. My gonna be a cheerleader!"

Weekend Plans

We gave Lizzy a choice of what to do this weekend: stay home with me, or go hunting with Dad. She had a lot of questions, and a lot of ideas, about what to do...

Lizzy: "Kinda my want to stay with you, Mom."
Me: "That's fine. If you stay with me we'll be going to Jake's game on Saturday and then cleaning house."
Lizzy: "What my do if my go with Dad?"
Me: "If you go with Dad you can go hunting."
Lizzy: "Hmm. Maybe my stay with you for Jakey's basketball game, then my go with Dad when you cleaning house."

Hunting on the Mind

Lizzy and I were reading a Christmas book tonight when I realized she may have been spending too much time hunting. When we got to the page filled with pictures of reindeer, Lizzy immediately thought they were deer and started shooting them and telling me how Dad could make a lot of jerky out of all those deer....

Oh dear.

No Kisses for Uncle Scott

Lizzy and Uncle Scott bonded while hunting this week. But, Lizzy still refuses to give him a kiss, despite his repeated requests. The conversation goes something like this, and it is repeated at least once a day:

Scott: "Lizzy, can I have a kiss?"
Lizzy: "NO! How many times my have to tell you NO?!!??!!"

No Batteries

I was rocking Morgan and singing to her. I am the first to admit I'm not a good singer, but I always thought my kids liked my singing.

I was wrong.

Lizzy climbed up on my lap, put a key to my face and turned it.  She explained that she was taking my batteries out, so I should stop singing.

Missing Lizzy

Lizzy, after being gone for five days: "Mom, tell me 'bout all the ways you missed me."

Lexi's Fault

Lizzy, holding an empty animal cracker bag: "Lexi, you know why my don't like you anymore? Because you ate that and that's all your fault! My don't like you anymore."

Hunting Attire

Lizzy is still at the farm, and still hunting.

Yesterday, a co-worker of mine went hunting with Lizzy and Brad. I was just asking him about the trip. He laughed when he told me what Lizzy wore......her winter coat, boots and a tutu.

Only Lizzy.

Too Much Fun

Lizzy has been at the farm for the past several days (hence, the lack of Lizzy-isms). Tonight I finally talked to her on the phone but the conversation lasted only a few seconds because:

"My can't talk right now Mom for my having too much fun."

Lizzy Has the Giggles

This was at Morgan's birthday party. Morgan was "smashing" her smash cake, and Lizzy obviously found it pretty hilarious! And, laughter is contagious... her friend Aubrey gets the giggles too!

A Hunter's Daughter

Morgan got a stuffed deer for her birthday. Lizzy fell in love with it, not because it's soft and cuddly, but because it's a deer, and it's deer season!

Lizzy (holding Morgan's deer): "Dad, you hunt this deer and pop his eyeballs out!"

Waffle Cone Wednesday

Enjoying every bite of Waffle Cone Wednesday!

Today is Waffle Cone Wednesday.

On Waffle Cone Wednesdays, the little girls and I make a trip to the north side of town, for 99-cent waffle cones at TCBY. It's a tradition we started in the summer, you know, when it's actually good ice-cream eating weather.

I have no desire to eat ice cream (excuse me, frozen yogurt) when it's snowing out, like it is today. But that didn't phase my Lizzy.

When I got to daycare to pick her up today, she ran to me, gave me a big hug and a smile.

Lizzy: "My love you mom."
Me: "My love you too."
Lizzy: "What day is it?"
Me: "It's Waffle Cone Wednesday!"
Lizzy: "Yay! Let's go!"

She paid... with change she collected from the van. And she chose her own flavor...today it was raspberry and white chocolate. She teased Morgan with it the whole way home. Poor Morgan will soon have to get her own Waffle Cone Wednesday I guess.

Breakfast

Madonna: "Lizzy, do you want some breakfast?"
Lizzy: "Sure my do."
Madonna: "Do you want cereal?"
Lizzy: "Yeah. My want that kind with the three guys on the box, a blue box and we listen to them (puts her hand to her ear, and ear to the table)."
Madonna: "Hmm.. you mean Rice Krispies?"
Lizzy: "Yes! My do!"

Nice detective work, Madonna!

Looking Beautiful

As Lizzy was scrambling to gather all her "treasures" from the van this morning, she explained to me why she has to always take so much stuff to daycare:

"For my have to look boo-tiful!"

She also wouldn't let Morgan use her lipstick, telling her she can't wear makeup until she's at least one. We'll see if she shares with her tomorrow, which is Morgan's first birthday.

"My favorite"

Lizzy tagged along to Jake's basketball practice with Jake and Brad today. On the way home, she asked if they could stop at a gas station, because she had been so good, she deserved a treat. When Brad told her we were having roast and potatoes for supper as soon as they got home, she changed her mind. She no longer needed to stop at the gas station "for that my favorite supper!"

I believe her....she ate a lot of supper. Mostly butter and ketchup (I watched her eat a spoonful of ketchup, no meat, just ketchup), but it seemed to fill her up so I'm fine with that.

Change of Words

Lizzy: "Mom, please my play on your puter?"
Me: "You mean my computer?"
Lizzy: "Yes. Please my play on your puter?"
Me: "If you can say computer."
Lizzy: "Please my play on your laptop?"

Happy Birthday

Lizzy: "Happy birthday Morgan!"
Me: "It's not Morgan's birthday, Lizzy."
Lizzy: "My know. My practicing."
Me: "Practicing for what?"
Lizzy: "For in three days it's her birthday. She need to know what to do when my say happy birthday for real."

Babysitting

Lexi babysits Jorja on Monday nights. Tonight, however, I am babysitting, because Lexi has basketball practice. I was explaining this to Jorja's dad earlier today, until Lizzy interrupted:

Me: "Just bring her to our house. Either Brad or I will be around to watch her."
Lizzy: "No... MY can watch her!
Me: "Sure, you can play with Jorja."
Lizzy: "No. My can watch her all by myself."

Jorja's parents brought her over. I wonder if they're going to pay Lizzy??!?!

An Afternoon at the Park

It was a beautiful November day here today. We're talking no coats, and for Lizzy, even a dress. Perfect park weather. So, I took the little girls to the park.

Morgan had fun practicing walking and playing in the baby area. Lizzy was out of control, running from the slide to the swings to the sand pile.

Finally we made our way to the tire swing. She laid down flat on the swing and wanted me to push her "like Jakey does". Apparently that means crazy and fast. She was spinning and swinging so fast I almost threw up. But she wanted to go even faster...

Me: "Lizzy, you're going to puke!"

Lizzy: "No, my not. My fine. Push like Jakey does!"

Me: "Ok, but I'm not cleaning up your puke."

I pushed her and spun her at the same time.

Lizzy: "Yeah! Now that what my talking about! Good job Mom!"

When she finally got off the swing, she realized maybe I was right....

Lizzy: "Ooh, maybe my am gonna puke!"

Thankfully, she didn't, which means our trip to the park was a complete success!

"Bossy"

Me: "Lizzy, come pick up this cheese you were eating and throw it away."
Lizzy (with a giant sigh and eye roll): "Fine...bossy."

"Hunny Bun"

Me: "Do you want cheese on your sandwich, Hunny Bun?"
Lizzy: "Who is 'Hunny Bun'?"
Me: "You are."
Lizzy: "No my 'Hunny Bun'. My Lizzy. Call me Lizzy."
Me: "Do you want cheese on your sandwich, Lizzy?"
Lizzy: "Yes, thank you very much."

"Something's Missing"

I obviously looked a little stressed as I waited for my coffee this morning. Lizzy was sitting at the table, watching me watch the coffee pot.

Lizzy: "Mom, something's missing."
I turned, looked at her and smiled.
Lizzy: "There that is! That was your smile that was missing!"

Mom's Helper

Morgan isn't feeling too good tonight. It appears she caught the "bug" Lizzy had earlier this week. Twice in the past hour she has puked all over herself, me and our blanket. While I scrambled to clean everything up, Lizzy suddenly became my right hand gal. She rubbed Morgan's back while I threw the laundry in the washer, she found the puke buckets, and has been making sure Morgan has a clean blanket. I thanked her for being such a good helper. She responded:

"Sure Mom. My like being your helper. Maybe Morgan should be puking everyday."

Mom's Lap

Lexi was sitting at the kitchen table, working on homework. I sat down next to her to help her with something. Lizzy crawled onto my lap and kept kicking Lexi and bumping her.

Lexi: "Lizzy, can you please move?"
Lizzy: "Nope."
Lexi: "Lizzy, can you please move?"
Lizzy: "Nope. For my sitting on my mom's lap. My been sitting here forever!"

Missing Remote

The remote for the tv in our bedroom has been missing for almost two weeks. I have searched and searched for it, but since I can't find it, I've found it easier to just quit watching tv. The tv is on the Disney Channel, so I just turn it on the old fashioned way when Lizzy wants to watch tv.

Last night, I was really tired. Lizzy wanted to watch tv. I asked her to go downstairs and watch tv with Dad so I could sleep.

Lizzy: "For my don't want to watch tv downstairs."
Me: "Please, will you go downstairs?"
Lizzy: "My don't want to. For Dad always watches Daddy shows. My want to watch Lizzy shows."
Me: "I promise he will let you watch Lizzy shows tonight. I can't sleep with the tv on, and the remote is missing, so I can't set the timer."
Lizzy (jumping on the bed, dancing and singing): "Yay, no timer! My can watch tv all night long!"

Not quite... she went downstairs, watched tv for a while, then came upstairs to bed, without the tv on!

Lizzy the Babysitter

Today I somehow triple booked myself. I rearranged, and made some other changes so everything worked. One of the adjustments I made was instead of going to speech with Lizzy I dropped her off, went back to work, and picked her up at the end of her 45 minute session. I cleared this with her teacher, Cindy, before doing it and explained what was going on to Lizzy while we drove there. I asked her if she understand, and if it was ok. Here was her response:

"My will babysit Cindy while you gone. For Lexi taught me to be a really super good babysitter."

She of course repeated this to Cindy when I dropped her off. And when I came to pick her up, I asked if she was ready to go. Her response:

"Nope, my not ready. My stil babysitting."