Some laughs...

Here are couple of funny conversations w/ Claire this week:

As I am filling in the ovals of my voting ballot Claire keeps asking me why I'm coloring the eggs. I keep telling her that I have to. Finally after turning in the ballot she asks,
"Are you going to vote now that you're finished coloring?"

(We were talking about how powerful God is. How He knows everything. How He created everything.)
Claire: When I was still destroyed God made me.
Me: When you were what?
Claire: When I was still destroyed - you know, before I was in your tummy.

Logical language in action - the opposite of created = destroyed.

boy sister

On Sunday Claire came up to me and said, "Maria is looking for her boy sister." "Huh? What is this kid trying to say? Oh... a boy sister would be a brother!" That's what happens when you have 3 sisters and no brothers!

Pet List

A couple of years ago I told the big girls that when both Claire and Elaine were potty-trained we would start thinking about getting a pet. Well, to my amazement that day has arrived (for the most part... there's still lots of accidents around here)! In anticipation of this glorious day I asked the girls to create their "pet wish list."

Unanimously their top choice was a dog. But the alternate list is awesome:

Maggie:
-turtle
-fish
-snake
-iguana
-chameleon

Anna:
-rabbit
-mouse or rat
-hamster or guinea pig
-frog
-duck
-lizard
-chameleon
-horse

Claire:
-kitty
-penguin
-frog
-duck
-dolphin
-horse

Elaine:
-turtle


I LOVE how this list is so stinking funny, was also so telling of my precious & unique daughters!

Documentation of Why I'm Going Crazy...

At least 15 times a day Elaine asks me (thankfully in the most adorable voice) "Whatcha doin', mama?" And at least 15 times a day I answer, "Cleaning up, Elaine."

3 is a very concrete age, and their little minds are working very hard to make sense of everything. And oftentimes Claire's mind is beyond her vocabulary and ability to communicate. So I spend a lot of time having conversations like these:

Claire: "What's that?"
Me: "It's a box of cookies."
Claire: "Where's it from?"
Me: "The store."
Claire: "Why is it from the store?"
Me: "Because that's where we bought it from."
Claire: "Why is that where we bought it from?"
Me: "Because they were selling them, and we wanted them."
Claire: "Why did we want them?"
Elaine: "Whatcha doin', mama?"
Me: "Cleaning up, Elaine"
Claire: "Why are you cleaning up?"
Me: "Because the house is a mess."
Claire: "Why is the house a mess?"
Me: "Because no one puts their things away when they're finished playing with them."
Claire: "Why don't no one put their things away when they're finished playing with them?"
Me: "That, my dear, is a stinking great question!"
Claire: "Why..."

Or sometimes the conversation ends early with:

Claire: "What's that?"
Me: "It's a box of cookies."
Claire: "Why is it a box of cookies?"
Me: "Because...it's...it's... a box of cookies... because... that's what it is........."

Yesterday Claire said:

"What is that junk in my hair?" as I was brushing the junk out of her hair.

Always Thinking

Mommy: "See Maggie, 6 is greater than 4. Do you understand?"
Maggie: "No, I don't understand... why is 6 better than 4?"

Fonix at its Finest

The girls rock at straight-forward phonics! Therefore their English spelling is sometimes a bit interesting. In a computer game the other day they named their puppy: Witchoqlit. Translated: "White Chocolate." Very nice, very nice!

Anna's Aspirations

Anna informed me yesterday that when she grows up she wants to be:
"First, a painter,
Then, a teacher,
Then, a cool girl who sells paintings."

Language Laughs

This post by Amber's amiga made me think of our own witnesses of misused English here in Mexico (although even funnier was the chocolate milk in Korea "friend of milk"). Wes posted on some of these on our Serve page awhile back. I'll be keeping my eyes open for some new ones to share.

What is she saying?

Here's a little sample of what I get to hear all day long. Claire has ALOT to say, I'm just not sure what it is. If anyone knows what she's saying, post it!



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What's In a Name?

Yesterday Maggie announced that she didn't like her name "Maggie Eileen" and that she wanted to change it. When I asked her what she wanted to change it to she said "whatever Anna chooses." So Anna renamed Maggie and herself (just for the dance show they were going to perform for me, she said). Maggie is now "Gold Flower" and Anna is "Gold Indian."

Other fun names the girls have come up with:
Pink Puppy Pink
Fluff n' Pup
Anna wanted to name Claire: Callie, Lily or Rudolph

The Toothfairy's Invitation

Anna is almost 6 & is losing & getting teeth like crazy these days. She recently made a birthday party invitation for the toothfairy. This is what it says:

To: The Tooth Fairy
From: Anna
I hope you can come to my 6 year old birthday party on May 18th. Bring a gift, but not a bag of teeth. But maybe a tooth fairy game, a dollar or a Mermaidia doll.
Love, Anna

Middle of the Night Story

Okay, I was going to begin this little tale with some disclaimers, but I think it'll speak for itself. If you lose all respect for me as a mother, I will totally understand... But Suzanne insisted that I share the story.

So it was little after midnight last night. I leaped out of bed as I heard my oldest daughter screaming "Mommy, HELP!!!... MOMMY, MOMMY!!!!" in extreme terror, from what seemed like a far away place... As I am bolting downstairs I realize that she is in the downstairs bathroom with the door closed. She is still screaming just as fearfully, and I start yelling to her to calm down and tell me what is the matter. I yell this to her a couple of times before I get to the bathroom door. Just as I am opening the door, I see Anna standing up on the sink (not the potty) screaming "THERE'S A RA----." I immediately do what any barefoot mother who has seen a cat-sized rat in her garage before... I closed the door back. I slammed the door shut and ran and got up on a chair... Isn't that horrible??!!!. My poor baby was shut in a room with a rat. And I didn't go rescue her! Luckily Wes had made it downstairs by then and as I sort of explained what was going on, he grabbed a hammer and was about to open the door when we hear Anna yell, "IT'S A ROACH, LIKE THAT WAS OUTSIDE." We then realized that it was probably a water bug which commonly come out of the drains this time of year. We went in and were actually unable to find the evil perpetrator... But we did find Anna who was still a little shaken. I'm not sure if she was most shaken by the bug or by the mommy who left her alone with the bug. But we reassured that it was okay, and got her tucked back into bed.