1-20-16

I had seen a beautiful senior picture of a young lady who was wearing a lovely ball gown - but sitting in a crouch with her shin guards and cleats on (from softball). I took the photo and sent it to Cora (who, for some reason, loves to play dress up at home but refuses to wear them to school) and told her "You don't have to be one thing in this life. You can be all the things you want to be - all at once". She sent me this back this morning (as it was their late start day and she was snoozing when I left) with the comment "I'll be me but in many ways".  *love*

ETA: Here is the lovely young lady's photo I sent her.  If anyone knows how to give her proper credit (and her photographer) please let me know!

1-17-16

{I regularly bake Challah on the weekends. It is my favorite bread and makes the house smell amazing. Today Milly decided to help me when it came time to roll and braid the dough}

Milly:  I think I know how to make bread now and I'll make it for my kids when I'm a mom.  When I'm a grandma I'll make it too.  {After some thought...}  But I think I'll adopt kids. I don't want to actually have them.  Is that ok?

Me:  That's wonderful!

1-9-16

Milly: I ALWAYS never give up, and I always do the best I can to do whatever I want.

12-28-15

After some cranky kids and a "mishap" with the new bouncy house, the girls got a STERN lecture on gratitude. Afterwards I heard Cora tell Milly:
"Milly, some kids out there don't even have ONE DOLL. All they have is a bag of sand. And this Christmas, all they had to look forward to is a new bag of sand!"

Bag of sand?  Ummm ok ... #HeartIsInTheRightPlace

12-15-15

Milly: Ha Cora! I scared you!
Cora: You didn't scare me! You frightened me. There's a difference!

12-12-15

Me: Milly, where did you get that?
Milly: Back there, in the butt-less pantry.

11-24-15

Well we had it tonight:
Cora: Mom there is a kid at school who doesn't believe in Christmas.
Me: {thinking she means other religions} Well some people don't.
Cora: Yeah he says Elfs are just made by people out of cotton and that Santa is just your dad dressed up putting your stuff under the tree.
Me: {why that little bastard} Well, that's just silly. I mean dad doesn't even have a Santa Suit! 
Cora: I know! I'm glad I believe in Santa. I've always believed.