Bunker cars

Today we were talking about our local amusement park and who could ride what ride and who was too big or little for other rides. E. said, "I'm big enough to go on the baby bunker cars!!!"

Get me off this Potty Train!

E. is potty training.  It's a joy at our house!  NOT!  I HATE potty training!  It's so frustrating!  I am forever saying, "Do you have to go to the potty?"  She's probably as tired of hearing that, as I am of saying it!  But, we are on a mission to be fully potty trained by the end of summer.  Which is my husband's goal, not mine.  I don't know why, it's not like HE has to worry about her!  He works all the time!!!! 

So, the other day, we were swimming, and E. said that she had to go to the potty.  So, we ran in to the bathroom, and she's sitting on the toilet and she says to me, "Mommy, I'm done with this potty train!" 

I, of course, had to remind her that she was in fact NOT finished w/ the "potty train", but would continue on it until she was successful!  Well, we went home and as soon as my husband came through the door, she told him the same thing!  And he told HER the same thing that I said!  LOL!

So, my little E. is stuck on the Potty Train a while longer!  I'm such a mean mom!  ;D

Musings of a 3 year old

Today was a nothing day.  It was so nice to do absolutely NOTHING!  I sat on my front porch and read from my phone all day today.  While sitting outside, a thunderstorm rolled in.  E. (who is now 3 and lets everyone know that she just had a birthday) came outside and after hearing the thunder said, "That storm is a girl storm."  I said, "How do you know?"  She answered, with her hands around her mouth like she was shouting, "Because she said, 'I'm a girl and I want to talk to you!'"  :D

Earlier this morning, I was getting E. dressed for the day.  She didn't want to have her hair combed, so she ran into my room and said that Daddy told her that she didn't have to comb her hair today.  (He was already at work by this point and had not seen her before he left!).  I said, "No he didn't!"  She replied, in a fake deep voice, "Mommy, you don't have to comb E.'s hair today!" as if Daddy was telling me himself!  I cracked up, and still combed her hair!

Later today, she was running through the house, and she tripped and fell in the kitchen.  I picked her up and kissed her and soothed her.  I asked what hurt, and she told me her leg, or "weg".  I kissed her weg and she asked, "Is it broken?"  I told her it wasn't.  She asked, "Can I walk?"  I told her she could.  She got a look of horror on her face and asked, "Can I run?"  I laughed and said that she could, and so she wriggled out of my grasp and ran off, the fall completely forgotten!

Don't Learn Me!!!!

Today J. and I were playing Bananagrams.  E. decided that she wanted to play.  She started spouting off letters, even though some of them were incorrect.  I started grabbing tiles and seeing which ones she knew and which ones she didn't.  Finally, after getting quite a few correct in a row, she looked up at me and  said, "Don't Learn Me!"  And kept repeating it!

Impossible!

The girls had such a wonderful day today on a field trip! They both behaved beautifully and it was a great day!
We come home, have dinner, and my husband and I go in to the living room to relax while the girls went in to the toy room. Well, it wasn't even a minute that my husband sat down that they were already fighting over a barbie. The fight ensued and traveled to where we were. We tried to tell E. that she needs to SHARE her barbies with her sister; but she was having none of that! She flew back in to the toy room and apparently hit her sister with a book. O. ran in to the living room and tattled on E. E. came in and exclaimed,"Impossible!" We were laughing too hard to make her say she was sorry!

Talking on the phone

This morning I called my house to talk to my husband, and my 2 year old answered the phone.
Me: hello!
E.: "hi!"...silence..."who is this?"
Me: it's your mother!
E.: "i don't want to talk to you!"

And my thoughts were, "well, I really wasn't calling for you in the first place!"

A little kid's version of Jesus' last days on Earth

This morning was a stellar morning for conversation on the ride to school!  J. is off the whole week due to no snow days!  So, he was in the car w/ us as we took O. to preschool. 
O. must have had this on her mind, because she blurted out when no one was saying anything, "J. thinks that there are 13 brothers, but he's wrong.  There are 12 disciples."  I told her that she was correct and asked her what else she knew.  Here's what she had to say:

"They didn't drink God's blood, it's just wine, Mom!"
"They teared the bread and shared it with everyone."
"Jesus died on the cross."
"He rised from the dead."

Which, this last statement brought up the conversation topic of Jesus going to the cave and the rock door that was mysteriously moved.

J. said, "The King put Jesus in the cave and then put the rock over the door so that He couldn't get out.  But Jesus just punched His way through the rock to get out.  Or He just walked right through the rock.  He was super strong!"

O. of course didn't believe it, so she said, "No.  That is NOT what happened!  There were two girls that came to the cave, one had black hair and one had red hair, and they moved the rock out of the way.  THEY were super strong!"

I love when they pay attention in school and church!
Happy Easter!