Our Girls

Pat (our beloved daycare provider) uses the term "Holy cow!" a bunch in her everyday conversations with the kids. Here is our child's interpretation of that phrase: Pat: Holy cow it is snowing out side! Our child: That's funny! Holy PIG Pat!

Last night our 2 year old was invited to a party. She had been looking forward to it all week and had talked about it non-stop the day she was supposed to actually go. Mommy kept telling her when it is dark outside then you get to go. About an hour before sunset, she spiked a 103 degree fever. She didn't feel good at all. However, she STILL wanted to go to the party. (Can you blame her?) So we told her the party was canceled but she was going to have a party here at our house. It took lots of convincing that Mommy and Daddy were going to be as much fun as her friends, but I think we finally won her over on the idea. She asked to get out party plates and napkins (luckily I had those on hand), she wanted spaghetti for supper, and ice cream for dessert. Then she wanted to watch movies. What a great party! About half way through dinner she asked why we were having a party. I told her it was just party time. She then announced it was BT's birthday. He wanted cookies for dessert inst...

Mommy went in for her ultrasound a few days ago and the doctor told her and daddy that they were going to have another baby GIRL! Mommy is still feeling great (but she's wondering how long this can last). And the baby, as far as the doctors could tell, is healthy. Which is what mommy and daddy were hoping for:)

Daddy came home from work the other day after our baby and Mommy had been home alone all day playing. He found his princess wearing a tutu, Elmo underwear (no pants or shorts), green swim shoes, and her favorite Donald Duck t-shirt. Oh yeah, and sun glasses too...just in case it got too bright in the house. She had dressed herself and wanted to take a walk around the block:) The walk did happen...but only after she agreed to put on some pants under her tutu. Daddy is so strict on some rules!

At the first house, Donald Duck didn't really know what to make of the whole "trick-or-treating" business. The Duck was a little cautious, a little hesitant. However, it helped that the first house we went to was our next door neighbor who said: "You can't take only one piece of candy, you're our favorite in the neighborhood!" And then our neighbor proceeded to shovel candy into Donald Duck's pumpkin. The Duck may have been hesitant, but she's not slow. At the next house it was a cheery trick or treat and a hoisting of her pumpkin toward the candy bowl. Between houses we were treated to choruses of an impromptu musical composition: Donald Duck, Don-ald Duck, Donaldduck. It's true, our Girl was dressed as Donald Duck and making up songs whose only lyrics were the words Donald and Duck. It's fair to say that she hit her Halloween stride. As we visited house after house, the "Trick or treat" became unprompted and eventually she add...

This video says it all...

Last night I was taking Our Girl up to bed when she had this to say: "Daddy, BT is lost. He's in the house somewhere, but I just don't know where he is." I then proceeded to bound up the steps and turn on all the lights in the house. This incident was only slightly less creepy than when Our Girl was in the tub and said, "I can hear BT coming up the stairs." BT freaks me out.