A Miracle!

Lexi never wears socks that match. It's apparently cool. And it's apparently caught Lizzy's attention.  Tonight at supper, Lizzy pushed her chair back, looked under the table and exclaimed:

"Mom, it's a miracle! Lexi is wearing two socks that match!"

Lizzy's World

Lizzy drew this picture for me tonight. It's a picture of everything in her world, including a pineapple tree and herself, waking up in the morning (if you look closely, you'll see the green stick girl is stretching!)

Smacking Sisters

Lexi was having a rough afternoon. I was telling her she needs to cheer up, and jokingly told her I was going to smack her across the face if she didn't smile soon. She rolled her eyes at me, and Lizzy gave me a puzzled look. Here's what followed:

Me: "Fine, I won't smack Lexi across the face. I'll just smack this box of baby wipes instead."
Lizzy: "Mom. Don't smack Lexi."
Me: "I'm not. I'm smacking this box of wipes. Do you want to? Pretend it's Lexi."
Lizzy: "No way."
Me: "Pretend it's Morgan."

Lizzy picked up the box of wipes... and threw it across the room!!!!!

A New Boyfriend

Lizzy has a new boyfriend. Her new crush is Jake's buddy Ben's little brother, Jake. He's in kindergarten. She seems to have a thing for older men.

Lizzy: "I think my like Jake for a boyfriend."
Me: "Why do you like Jake?"
Lizzy: "He is cute!
Me: "Really? Cuter than Kaleb?"
Lizzy: "Yes for my think me and Jake are going to get married someday."

I mentioned this plan to Jake when I saw him tonight. He was not impressed. Kaleb, on the other hand, will be thrilled to hear he's been replaced!

Power Strugle

Lizzy doesn't like socks. She and I have been fighting about the need to wear socks for the past week. I've explained that while it's cold outside, she really needs to wear socks. She has explained to me that she hates socks and they are "itchy". When she does wear them, she wears them inside out, so none of the "itchy" strings bug her feet.

This was our conversation/argument this morning about socks:

Me: "Lizzy, you need to wear socks."
Lizzy: "Ugh. I don't like socks."
Me: "I know. But it's cold out. You have to wear socks."

At this point, Lizzy disappeared. When she came back, she had her rainboots on. I'm onto this trick. When she puts her boots on without being asked, it's because she's not wearing socks and she's trying to trick me.

Me: "Lizzy, let mesee your feet."
Lizzy: "See my feet? My have my boots on. My am ready to go."
Me: "Lizzy, I want to see your feet. I think you're lying about putting your socks on."
Lizzy: "Ugh. My not lying."
Me: "Lizzy, let me see your feet, or I'll take the tv away for seven days."
Lizzy: "That's ok. My don't want to watch tv for seven days anyway."

End fo discussion. She is wearing socks (inside out) and she will not be watching tv for seven days.

Career Plans

Lizzy: "Mom, why you get to be the boss all the time?"
Me: "Because I'm the mom. Someday you'll be a mom and you can be the boss."
Lizzy: "Ok. When my grow up my will be a foot massager, a haircutter and a mom. My will have 11 babies so I can be a really huge boss."

What a Circus

My Circus Crew

I took Lizzy, Morgan, Jorja, Lexi and Tess to the circus last night. That was dumb. But it was also worth it when I saw Lizzy's amazement and excitement. Poor kid had never been to a circus before (and I'll probably never take her again).

She especially liked the beautiful trapezee artists, or ballerinas, as she called them. At the very beginning of the circus, her mouth dropped open in amazement as she watched one of the "beautiful ballerinas" climb a rope and hang upside down. I believe her exact words were:

"O.M.G. That mean amazing, Mom!"

"Like a Mermaid"

I know you're not supposed to leave kids unattended in the bathtub, but sometimes a mother of four has no choice.  That was the case tonight. Lexi started the tub for Lizzy while I took the garbage out. When I went in the bathroom to check on Lizzy, I discovered the floor was covered in water and Lizzy was sitting on the edge of the tub instead of in the water.

Me: "Lizzy! What are you doing? Keep the water in the tub."
Lizzy: "Mom, my just trying to be a mermaid."

At that point, she slid down from the edge of the tub, into the bath water, just like a mermaid.

Love and Chocolate Milk

Lizzy: "Mom, my love you."
Me: "Really? Why do you love me?"
Lizzy: "For you make me chocolate milk. That's why you my favorite mom."

Mood Polish

Last night I painted Lexi and Lizzy's fingernails. Lizzy chose a pretty pink. It was a "mood" polish, guaranteed to change color with your mood.

Today, Lizzy put her nail polish to the test.

She threw a fit when we were leaving daycare. She refused to put her coat on, stomped out of the house and when I got outside informed me she wasn't going.

This isn't my first time dealing with a crabby child. I kept my cool. I buckled Morgan in, climbed into the driver's seat, started the van, buckled my seatbelt, checked my phone.... I was killing time, waiting for her to change her mind and come running to the van.

She didn't move.

So, I did what any good mother would do.

I backed out of the driveway and started driving away.

I got about a car's length away from the driveway when Lizzy got up from her seat, put her coat on, and started walking toward the van. She climbed in and told me what was going on.

"Mom, my wasn't really angry. I was just trying to change my mood from happy to angry to see if my nail polish changed colors."

In case you're wondering, it didn't change colors.

No Coat

Lizzy and I made a late night run to the grocery store on Saturday night (we forgot to make Brad's birthday cake!)

As we were driving there, Lizzy realized she didn't have a coat on. It was 39-degrees, warm by North Dakota standards. I told her it was ok, we wouldn't be outside for too long. Her response:

"Well, my hope no people yell at me!"

When we got back to the van after shopping, she was still thinking about her lack of a coat:

"Whew. My made it. No one even yelled at me for not having a coat!"

I think maybe her outfit distracted everyone so much they didn't realize she wasn't wearing a coat. Check it out:

Hairy Guy

Lizzy climbed into my bed last night, promising to warm it up for me. Brad crawled into bed right after her. She threw the covers back, hopped out of bed and stomped out of the room:

"My not going to sleep there for my don't want to sleep by that hairy guy!"

Helpful Girl

Lizzy was being unusually helpful at Lexi's volleyball game this morning. I commented on her helpfulness, and thanked her for being so helpful. Her response:

Lizzy: "Sure Mom. For that's the kind of girl my am. Helpful."

"Ex-Toot Me"

Me: "Lizzy, did you fart? Say excuse me."
Lizzy: "Excuuuuse me. But my should say 'ex-toot me', for my just tooted."

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

These pictures are the result of our "photo shoot" the other night... she insisted I keep taking pictures of her. The result, well, even though these pictures may be worth a thousand words, I'm speechless.

Bring It On Now

Brad was upset with Jake at supper tonight. He was explaining why he wasn't happy with his behavior. Lizzy slid her chair next to mine and whispered:

"Is this the time I should say 'bring it on now'?"

Let's just say she lightened the moment. Jake owes her.

Turning Into A Daddy

Lizzy: "Eww! My have hair on my legs. Gross. My am turning into a Daddy!"