Dwive?

"Mommy, when am I gonna gwow bigga to dwive?"     - Kirsten Harpole, age 3

This was Kirsten's question while we were packing the van to drive back to TN after visiting Grandma & Grandpa in Ohio for Easter.  Where does she get this stuff?  :)

Basements

"mommy, I fink we should haf a basement" -Kirsten, age 3

This was Kirsten's observation that she shared after we spent the afternoon and evening watching (obsessing) about the tornadoes that were forecasted for Middle Tennessee.  We ended up going to our neighbor's house (Buzz & Carol) for awhile since they have a basement.  We definitely need a basement of our own!

Twicky Elf

"The elf was twicky to find for me."     -Kirsten Harpole, age 3

This is what Kirsten declared upon finding the Secret Elf this morning after searching the entire downstairs of the house.  He was on top of Daddy's step ladder that was leaning against the kitchen wall (we had just used it to put up the Christmas tree).

What a compliment!

"mommy, you wook wike uh Pwedator gur"     -Kirsten, age 3

This is what Kirsten told me tonight while Kirsten and I were getting ready for the Predators game (well, I was getting ready, she was playing with her babies in the bathroom).

Just for the record, this is what a "Pwedator gur" actually looks like, and although I definitely don't look like that, it was the highest compliment I have ever been paid. Thank-you, sweet girl, you made mommy's night!

Swimming Lessons

Kirsten and I started a "mommy and me" swimming class today at Seastar Swim School.  Dominick has been taking lessons there, and every week when we go, she says, "my wimmin wesson, too, mommy?"  So, I signed her up for a class, but I didn't know if she was ready to do one with Dominick yet, so I thought we would do the first class together.  She did so awesome!!  She went under several times and absolutely loved it.

Oh, and on the way there, she said, "my want pink one, mommy". I  asked what she wanted pink. "dat towel pink, mommy". She must have seen me put green and blue beach towels in the van for us, and clearly didn't agree with that :)

Robots and Piggies

On the way home today, Dominick suddenly announced "when I turn 5 on my birthday in December 8th, I want to have a dinosaur party". I cringed. Not because of the unexpected dinosaur-theme, but because, "eeeeek! he is GOING.TO.BE.FIVE on his next birthday". Wow. Then it hit me, he already knows what kind of party he wants. In February. He has, I then realize, caught on to the fact that for the past four birthdays, mommy has selected and planned his party theme without soliciting any input from him. He probably thinks that if he doesn't pipe up now, who knows what kind of party he would get this year? (In my defense, he has LOVED all of the parties I have planned for him). Kirsten then said, "my piggies, mommy". She often calls her toes her "piggies", so I just assumed that since were were driving in the van, she had probably ditched her shoes and socks (like always), and was referring to her "piggies" (ie: toes). "Where's your piggies?", I said. "my wike pink piggies my hap birt day, mommy". Oh, nevermind, she wasn't telling me about her toes, she was telling me that she wanted a piggy birthday party. A pink one. It evidently only took her TWO years to figure out that mommy sort of controls the birthday party festivies around here. Well, looks like that is all about to change. Looks like I'll be searching for some dinosaur and piggy cake ideas, favors, cricut cartridges, etsy goodies, etc, etc. Oh, wait, before we were even home, Dominick declared that, "actually, mommy, I forgot. I actually want a robot party for my birthday". And to think I JUST seen a Robot Cricut Cartridge on clearance somewhere, and although I can't remember where, I do remember thinking (at the time that I saw it), "well, of course they have a ROBOT cartridge on clearance. Who in the world would need (or want) a cartridge full of just robots?". Turns out that someone is me. Now, to just find a piggy one on clearance, too.....

Sick Day

Kirsten developed a fever yesterday afternoon, and was home with me today. She was sitting on my desk (pretending) to be 'talking' on the phone to daddy while I tried to get a few work things done. All of the sudden, she noticed my earrings....something she's never done before. She promptly hung up the phone, and then moved my hair aside so that she could get a good look at the earring in my left ear. After examining it closely, she then asked, "whut dat, mommy?", to which I replied, "that's my earring, Kirsten. I have another one in my other ear" (as I turned my head to show her the one in my right ear). She got the biggest smile on her face, and then proceeded to grab the sides of my head and turn it from side to side, admiring the bling in my ears. She then decidedly stated/asked, "my wike dat my ear, mommy?". Translation: can I please get my ears pierced and wear pretty diamond earrings like you do, mommy?". I just laughed. Where does she get this stuff? I have a feeling this won't be the last time we have a "discussion" about her wanting to get her ears pierced.

Happy Birthday, Baby Sister!

One year ago today, we heard Dr. Oldfield utter those 3 glorious words, "It's a girl!". I was so very convinced we were having another boy, I was actually totally shocked (and skeptical) when I first heard these words. For the record, it was really Jeff that said these words to me....he leaned down to my face, and with a tear steaming down one cheek, he said, "it's a girl, mommy". I didn't even realize how much my heart yearned for a baby girl until I heard these words. Thank you, baby sister, for bringing so much joy to our lives over the past year. You are the easiest, sweetest, most perfect, easy-going baby we have ever met. We love you more than you will ever know.

Lazy, Rainy Sunday and Underwear

Went to church this morning, and went to Dollar General (Jeff's favorite place to shop since he works for them) on the way home to get some diapers, wipes, and a few other things. It was raining when went into church, when we came out of church, when we went into DG, when we came out of DG, and the whole way home, yet Dominick asked about 23 times during this time period if he could "pway outside" when we got home. We told him he couldn't, and when he asked, "why?", we told him "because it's raining". Well, the little guy is completely obsessed with all things outdoors, and is not deterred by a little (or a lot of) rain. As you can see, we did let him "pway outside", and he did not care (at all) that he was completely soaking wet. He was having so much fun, we decided that we did not care if he was soaking wet either (at least for a few minutes)...he's not going to melt, right? Well, he didn't, at least not this time...... While he & daddy finished hitting (whiffle) golf balls in the driveway (yes, both of them), I went in and fed baby sister some cereal and carrots....isn't she cute, even with oatmeal on her chubby little cheeks?

Other than that, we didn't accomplish much today, but it was nice to be a little lazy (even though it actually only rained in the morning). Oh, we did have one exciting event today....we went to Wal-Mart and let Dominick pick out some "big-boy underwear", and we're planning to start potty training tomorrow. Here's Dominick with all of the new undies he picked out.....I'm signing off to throw them in the washer so they are all ready to go in the morning. Wish us luck!