and then there were four…

• Yesterday, while playing, a helicopter flew overhead and Olivia looked up at it and said “Hey, look, a helicopter! I’ll bet he is going to find an airplane to go play with.”
• I was trying to explain  to Olivia and Sophia about when they were babies in my tummy. Olivia asked “How did we get there?” I told her daddy put her there and she said “How did he do that, your tummy doesn’t have a door!”  I told her through my belly button.
• After reading half of her book about planets for their bedtime story (It’s way too long for one night), we asked Olivia what her favorite planet was and she said “Pluto”. When we said that wasn’t a planet, she replied “Yes it is, it’s a DWARF planet!” Then her and Bill went about reiterating what a dwarf planet was, as if I didn’t know…(okay, maybe I needed a reminder).
• I gave Olivia permission to play a game on my Droid (some kids connect-the-dots application). She ended up playing her game, uploading a photo to facebook, changing my phone’s background wallpaper AND trying to connect to her daddy’s phone via bluetooth.
• While discussing how Bill was going to have a day off of work last Friday, Olivia asked “Mama, do you get a day off of work?” If she only knew. I tried to explain that my job never stopped. I don’t think she quite understands. Yet.
• I told Olivia “I love you” and she said “I know”…Bill responded “Okay Han Solo”. It made me giggle.
• Sophia loves to run around and say in a deep raspy voice and her hands on her ears (making little Yoda ears) “you will be….you WILL BE.”
• During lunch one day last week, I heard Sophia demand “Get off of my hand, jelly!” after a blob of jelly from her sandwich got smudged on her hand. She started shaking her hand, pointing at the jelly, and saying it in an accusatory tone.
• I was informed by Olivia that Sophia was eating things off of the floor (some cheerios from breakfast). When I asked what she was doing, she calmly stated “eating off of the floor.” When I asked why she was eating off of the floor she looked at me and said “Cuz I’m hungry.” Fair enough.
• I had to add another item to the “things I never thought I would say” file: “We don’t throw potatoes at people, it’s not nice.” After Sophia threw her fake potato at me (thinking we were playing catch).

That’s probably just a portion of my week. Life is never boring around here. I love it!

And, just for fun, a picture of a bubble I took today. Because it is purdy.

Both girls were happily drawing on Friday, so I told them to make a special drawing for Father’s Day and we would put it away and surprise Bill on Sunday. I told them to not tell him about it, so he would have a fun surprise.

When Bill came home he was asking the girls about their day, and I went into the bedroom to get something. Bill came in a few minutes later, grinning and trying to stifle his laughter.

“Olivia said that her and Sophia drew me a picture but you put it away and said that it was going to be a surprise and I couldn’t see it yet.” he was dying with laughter at this point.

The girls and I let Bill sleep in on Sunday, and Olivia decided that Daddy needed donuts for a special breakfast. Since I have yet to master the art of making a doughnut, we headed out and got a dozen of assorted. After we ate, I took the girls out to run a few errands and Bill was given uninterrupted videogaming time for two hours. To keep her occupied I gave Olivia the shopping list to help me make sure we had gotten everything.

“Mama, what are Tam-poons?” She asked me, reading my list.

“Uh…they are something mama needs to get.”

“But, what are they?” She questioned.

“Um…I promise I’ll explain to you what they are someday, but right now we need to check out and get home.”

Sometimes, I forget that my 3 1/2 year old can read.

We all snuggled in our big King sized bed and watched (most of) Toy Story 2, ate popcorn and enjoyed being together.

During dinner, a shirtless Sophia proclaimed “I’m wearing my nay-kid shirt!” and started anthropomorphizing her spaghetti noodles. “Ooh, I want to go to the party in Sophia’s tummy, but I’m so scared!” She kept us laughing through dinner.

All-in-all I think Bill had a very good day.

He deserved it. He’s the best daddy to those wonderfully goofy girls of ours.

• Yesterday, I was working out with my Wii fit plus “trainer” and the girls were working out with me (they really enjoy ‘exercises’). The trainer likes to shout out words of encouragement throughout your workout. Suddenly I hear Sophia’s little voice shout out (a little congested one, I might add, since she has been sick recently and her nose is still runny) “I’m toning my body! I’m doing it!”
• Last night, Olivia came out of her room, dragging her monkey, Sandwich, behind her. “Um, Daddy…I need to tell you something.” Seeing as how it was nearing 10 p.m., we were growing weary of her stall tactics, but ever the good daddy, Bill asked her what was wrong. “I have a problem. Sandwich is allergic to beds!” Bill stifled his laughter and said “No, he isn’t! Sandwich LOVES your bed.” And then Olivia said “No, he really is allergic, see? And proceeded to “sneeze” for Sandwich, proving that he, indeed, was allergic to beds.
• Sophia had a cold last week and she is still very congested and has a runny nose…Yesterday I said “Oh, you’re Miss PrissPot, aren’t you?” She looked at me, indignantly and said “I NOT PISS-POT! I SO-FEE-UH!”
• Olivia has taken to making a “pfft” sound whenever we say or do something that she thinks is wrong or silly. Ex: Last night I made pancakes and bacon for dinner. We also had yogurt and bananas. I told the girls I was going to have yogurt on top of my pancakes instead of syrup. (BTW: YUM) Olivia looked at me, “Pfft”ed and said “That’s not right” and shook her head at me. We’ve had to enact a “no Pffting rule at the table.” We are attempting to eradicate the pffting altogether. Wish us luck.
• Sophia, on the other hand, has taken to saying “Ummm-hmmm” and “Uh-uh” instead of “yes and no”. We have been responding with “use words, I do not understand these sounds” or something similar. The other morning, during breakfast, Olivia asked Sophia a question and got the standard “Ummm-hmmm” from Sophia. Suddenly I heard Olivia say, “Don’t you UMMM-HMMM ME!” Bill and I had to hold each other up to prevent us from falling over with laughter. Then I had to wonder where she heard that from, because we do try to be good parents and use constructive ways to correct them when they say things they shouldn’t. I am assuming I said it to Bill jokingly, or have, indeed slipped up and said it to her in the past.
• For the past month, both girls have been obsessed with Wall-E and walk around the house saying “Waaaaaaahhhh-Leeeeee” and “Eeee–Vhuuuuu” in similar voices to those the robots use. It never fails to amuse.

Bill has this T-shirt.

He wore it the other day and as he was getting Sophia into her pajamas, she pointed to Miyamoto (the creator of Nintendo, btw) and said “Is that daddy?” and laughed. Bill laughed and said “No, that’s Miyamoto!” and Sophia looked at him and said “Das your mama?” And Bill fell into the floor laughing. Of course, Olivia and I came in and had to know what was so funny, so Bill explained it to me, and I laughed too (and while she didn’t get the joke, Olivia laughed because we were laughing).

Later, as Olivia was brushing her teeth, she started laughing and Bill asked her what was so funny and she looked at him and said “Your mama.”

She got the same response as Sophia did earlier, but for an entirely different reason.

My kids are so full of win.

“Want Mytar, mama, want Mytar!” Sophia requested early Sunday morning.

“Mytar, what’s that baby?” I asked her.

“MYTAR!!!” She was extremely adamant about “Mytar” so Bill and I did our best to decode.

“Monster?” Bill asked.

“NO Daddy! MYTAR!” she retorted.

We went back and forth for at least five minutes, trying to figure out what she was talking about. Spouting off every “M” word we could think of that she could be looking for. She responded to each and every one in frustration and just kept repeating “NO! MYTAR!”

By this point she climbed on the couch and started digging behind the cushions.

“Mytar, peasss mama, mytar!”

Suddenly it hit me. She had been playing with a little matchbox race car earlier that morning.

“Do you want your CAR Sophia?” I asked her, digging it out of the couch and holding it up for her.

“YESSSS Mama! MYTAR! Than-yew!” she smiled as I gave it to her.

So for future reference. MyTar= My Car.