3-16-15

And so it happened. Every night Cora wants me to scratch her back before bed. Some nights I'd secretly get annoyed with it. Tonight - she said no. She told me "I just think I'm getting to old for that mom. I mean someday I'm going to have live on my own and you won't be there. I may as well start getting ready." cry emoticon Then she added "Annnnnd I'm probably being a bit dramatic."

2-9-15

One of the many differences between child #1 and child #2: Kindergarten Registration: 

Child #1: you fill out all the forms weeks ahead of time carefully filling in the "what more do we need to know about your child" section. You have the emergency contact sheet, doctors forms, and birth certificate copy ready to go. You attend the registration meeting, take notes, volunteer for things, and drop off your carefully prepared registration packet. 

Child #2: you remember, the week before, that registration time is probably coming up. You print out the forms, curse how many there are, and put them off. You finally fill them in a bit half-assed. You leave the "what more do we need to know about your child" blank because frankly they'll find out soon enough. You forget about the birth certificate copy until the last minute (where IS that thing anyway??). You skip the in person registration meeting and fail to email the papers the next morning figuring you'll get to it sometime the following week.

1-26-15

Me: Did you have a good day today?
Milly: Yes. We got to do centers extra long today.
Me: What's your favorite center?
Milly: Art. Do you know why art is my favorite center?
Me: Why?
Milly: Because I'm an artist.

1-21-15

Milly last night: Mom I would like a new sister. One who will be funny with me and kind to me when I'm being selfish. Not my old sister. She's not.

1-13-15

Milly:  Mom, I can't see any stars tonight. Its because they're all playing hide and seek I think.  And the moon is "it".

1-10-15

Things you don't want to hear hollered down from your 4 year old #613: "We're teaching the cat to swim, Mom!!"

12-13-14

Ryan was taking Boomer, our dog, out to walk through the tall grass to see if he could hunt up any pheasants - just walking/training.  As they were leaving Cora yells out "Bring home a dead bird!"  I looked at her with a "WTH" kind of look on my face.  Milly then chimed in (not to be outdone) with "Bring home a dead turkey! Then we can eat the dead turkey."  She then turned to look at me and said "Mom can you cook the dead turkey?"  I said "Honey.  Mommy gets her food at the STORE."  Not be swayed she said "Well I get mine from HUNTING and I'm going to eat a DEAD TURKEY!"