I was cleaning the other day and found this post-it note in the girls' secret hiding place (behind the couch). In case you can't read it, it says, "Wait till the third time my parents call for us till we come out...ok." I've always suspected that they are conspiring to drive me crazy, but now I have proof.
NiNi quotes:
"I have a new word to say at bedtime, it's "pen-yah". So instead of saying goodnight, we'll say pen-yah. Pen-yah mommy!"
"Do you know how to play hackysack? You don't? Ok, I will be your hackysack teacher"
She brought me a ziplock bag full of socks and said, "Mom these are for Haiti. Pack these for Haiti" (Chris recently went to Guatemala to do a work project at an orphanage. The girls sent a few toys and outfits for him to give to the kids. I guess now she thinks that daddy is going to travel around distributing her clothing to various parts of the world. Very sweet.)
And, last but not least, it's a good thing I don't struggle excessively with low self-esteem...here are some of the girls'comments to me lately:
"You kind of look like a cow-girl today....are you trying to look like a cow-girl?"
(Meagan)
"Why are you wearing make-up? Because you think if you're pretty, people will want to look at you?" (NiNi)
"Mommy, those panties are WAAAAAY too small for you...you need to give those away."
(always a little discouraging when someone tells you you're outgrowing your underwear)
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