Selective Hearing

Why in the world should it be so hard to hear and/or retain the statement, "You cannot sit on your little sister?"

Quinto

Jared and I played an awesome game of Quinto.

Final Score: 625 to 575
Advantage: Oliver

Consumerism at Its Finest

Today the girls and I went to Michaels Crafts to look for the supplies I need to make a few Christmas decorations. I think this might have been Clara's first trip into the store in freedom from the stroller and she was enthralled by all the great stuff to touch (despite my warnings not to) and break (fortunately this didn't happen). However, at least 12-15 times she would pick up an item and say, "Mommy, I want to buy this! Let's buy this!" I had to tell her no, we don't need a bunch of plastic grapes or a bling-y Christmas star. Finally she just stopped and yelled, "Mommy, I need to buy SOMETHING!"

Yep, couldn't help but laugh at that one.

Growing, Growing

This one:


Learned how to play this:

Anna Plays Peek-a-boo from Kristin on Vimeo.

And this one:


Is mastering this:

Clara Colors in the Lines from Kristin on Vimeo.

The results (I colored Ariel and Flounder; all the purplish-red is Clara's handiwork):



I can't believe how quickly this is all passing by...

Conversations

Clara: "Mommy, you and Daddy married?"
Me: "Yes, Mommy and Daddy are married."
Clara: "I'm married too! I marry Michael! He's a boy."

Later...

"Mommy, I marry Michael! And Anna marry Moda Bina."

Moda Bina (Grandma Sabrina) is my dad's wife. I think I have a little more explaining to do.

This Is Why We Don't Have Pets

The other day I was standing in the kitchen when I heard an odd noise from a few feet away. It almost sounded like Anna had scooted over to our ottoman and was scratching the leather. I went to investigate and found that, yes, she had made her way to the ottoman, but she wasn't scratching it. No, she was gnawing on it.

Apparently we don't have a baby. We have a badly trained puppy.