Why do they have to be so cute?

Owen was talking about his birthday. He does this almost daily and wants to know how many days until his birthday (it's not until June 26th). Then he usually names all the things he wants. He names some things he really wants, then he starts just naming things to name them. However, yesterday he said he wanted his own dog. He said he wanted a boy dog. He wanted him to live in the house so Molly could have a brother. That was cute enough. Then the kicker was when I asked him what he'd name a boy dog of his own. Chip. He said Chip. I can't stand the cuteness. I told Danny about the conversation. He couldn't stand it either. He asked why he had to say that. Chip.

Wordless Wednesday

Marker madness

First, I have to show these two pictures for my friend Rosie who mentioned that you can't really see Phoebe's earrings in the pics on the blog. I took these two outside this morning so you can see the glorious earrings.







Also, when I was talking to Rosie on the phone last night, this is what I discovered later that Phoebe did with a marker she was coloring with. She traced her feet on paper. This is even after I tried to wipe it off with a wipe. Hopefully a good soak in the tub tonight will help.






Then I took this video of her about it. I love how she says sorry. Who can get mad at this cute thing?

They are growing on me

The bangs are growing on me. Her hair stays out of her eyes, so that's a plus. It was a struggle to keep her hair out of her eyes when she didn't have bangs. She had to wear it pulled back all the time, even at night. She looks older, and so different. I just keep looking at her.








She's been pretty funny lately too. A little while ago she tore a page out of my new magazine. I told her that wasn't nice and not to do that again. She made a sympathetic face and said, "Mommy. Give me a hug." and held out her arms.

Yesterday I was doing Wii Fit and she told me to do the penguin game (she laughs hysterically when I do it). At the end the penguin flaps it's wings. I told her to flap her arms like a penguin and she said, "I'm not a penguin". I asked what she was and she said "A princess".

Danny had the plunger out yesterday because we've been having trouble getting our bathroom sink to drain. He left it in the bathroom and Phoebe saw it.
P: What is that?
J: A plunger to make the water go down in the sink.
P: Oh. (pause) Can I use it?
J: No.

She cut her hair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm just sick over it. The girls were in the living room and I was in the bathroom when I here Chloe scream for me. It was the kind of scream that means business. I ran in and Chloe cries, "Phoebe cut her hair!". Chloe had little scissors for school in her purse , and Phoebe just got them out and whacked off the front of her hair. Phoebe got upset when she saw that Chloe and I were upset, and she was upset because she knew what she did was wrong. It's like she now has bangs but they are cut way back. I just pulled it all up in a little ponytail like we usually do, but it will be a pain to grow out. I thought about cutting it even and giving her bangs, but I hate the thought of that, plus they are cut so far back, some of it would have to be pulled or clipped back anyway.

I know most every child cuts their hair, but I just really hate it. I liked Phoebe's hair and it was growing so long and pretty. It will be so terrible growing it out. But there are worse problems, so I need to get a grip.

I took a few pictures, but she looks so pitiful. I will take some tomorrow and add to this. I saved the hair for her baby book. She's never even had her hair trimmed before. ~sigh~

Chloe's Letter to Santa

Chloe's class all wrote a letter to Santa. The teacher mailed them to the newspaper where they were published along with other letters to Santa in a special edition. I hadn't read Chloe's until yesterday when they came out in the paper. Hers reads:

Dear Santa Claus,
I want a Nintendo DS and the Littlest Pet Shop game to go with it. I also want any of the Dogs games for Nintendo DS. I live in Lxxxxx and since you have been coming to my house for 10 years, I'm sure you know where I live. I almost forgot that I want you to give gifts to people who don't have much. You should send them some gifts, too. Good luck going all over the world to give people gifts.
From,
Chloe Rxxxxxxxxx, 10

Naughty but nice

I heard water running in the kitchen this morning. I went in and found this:





I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was getting water for Molly (our puppy). Later when I found her on the counter again (she pushes the kitchen chair up to the counter and then climbs up) and told her she wasn't supposed to do that, she said, "I'm a baby". She uses that a lot now when she gets in trouble.

Phoebe cuteness

Phoebe is sitting on my lap and saw my blog. She saw the pictures of herself I posted recently and said, "That me when I was little".

Lately when I ask her something like, do you need a drink, or do need me to wipe your face, she'll say "No, I'm good". She also likes to answer questions with "sometimes" or "I guess". I love when she does that, and she always says it appropriately.

When I say something she doesn't like (like stop doing that) she says "Don't say that again, Mommy".

Tonight at dinner she took a few bites and started getting out of her chair and said "Be right back". I asked where she was going and she said to see Chloe. So she went over and sat with Chloe for a bit.

I was reading to her today and the book had different animals. Every page she would see an animal and say "I love pigs", then "I love dogs", etc.

And finally, her latest ploy that works like a charm, when I try to go pick up the kids off the bus and leave her home with Danny, she looks up at me and says "Don't leave me". I take her with me, of course.

Just like Mommy

We were outside playing this morning and Phoebe was riding in her little car. She went inside and got her dress up shoes and her purse. She came back and got in the car. She told me she'd be back. I asked where she was going and she said Target. Here are a couple pics of her and a video.

Darn deer

Yesterday this was a big, full pot of pink impatiens. Today, this is what is left.



When I told Phoebe I thought deer had eaten our flowers, she gave me a shocked face. This is a reenactment, and not nearly as genuine as the first look of outrage.



This is her just being cute beside of the offended pot.

And this is a video of her describing the crime (and then getting bored with the interrogation). (Stop the music from playing on my playlist so you can hear the cuteness.)