Sweet Talker

Every once in a while Olivia says something so sweet, so darling, that I try to hold onto that comment for as long as possible.

Like when she says, "Hearts are for Valentine's Day. The day when you love everyone."

Or

"When Anya and I grow up, we be best friends, OK?"

Or

"Momma we get cozy in my bed and read books."

Ah, just typing those preschooler sentences brings a smile to my face. So I attempt to remember them and think about them when she says other things, during the course of our day such as:

"Momma, I love you sometimes."

Or

"I want my dad" (this is usually in the form of a scream/yell followed by tears when she wants to get away from Little A and myself).

Or

"I miss my grandma." (Anytime I tell her no.)

Or

"Momma my poop is brown. Your hair is brown. My poop is brown like your hair."

Kids really do say the darnest things, don't they?

Mother's Day 2012

My request for Mother's Day was simple. I wanted a photo of myself and my daughters. Smiling. With our eyes open. Looking at the camera. All three of us at the same time.

Is that too much to ask? Apparently yes.

I keep smiling, waiting for O & A to look at the camera.

We have one child looking at the camera. Toe lint removal is Little O's newest obsession.

Poking her sister.

Stop for a kiss of encouragement.

Twenty five photos later, we got it. All it took was a bit of patience.

Big X, little X, what begins with X?

Little O recently had her first (and hopefully last) X-ray.

The injury was a bruised big toe, due to a Leapfrog laptop dropped squarely on the nail. At first, I thought it was no big deal and would be healed in a few days. But my drama queen preschooler hobbled around the house and complained loudly until she wore me down, I called the doctor's office.

That night she charmed every employee at the clinic, including the doctor. She earned a Thomas the Train sticker and a trip to the hospital for her first X-ray in the morning.

I was concerned that Olivia would be worried about going to the hospital. On the contrary. Guess who was awake at 6:30 a.m. jumping up and down (without flinching) demanding to go to the hospital to take a picture of her toe? Little O.

Safe to say, her toe wasn't broken. Not surprisingly, she did earn more sympathy at the hospital by the X-ray techicians and another 5(!) Disney princess stickers for "being a star patient." I'm surprised she hasn't tried to drop any other toys on her feet.