Snow White Visits On The Border

  We received a couple of bags of hand-me downs from friends, and Sara found a Snow White costume at the bottom of the bags.  She latched onto the costume and wore it for 24 hours straight. I did not think that I was going to be able to get it away from her to wash it.  When she put it on, she told me, "Mom, I am wearing Snow White's dress, but I am still Sara."  ...just in case I was confused.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

We were driving to town the other day and both kids were whispering to each other in the back seat.  After a few minutes of intense whispered debate, Trey announced, "I want to be a Jedi Knight when I grow up!" I know its hard to imagine, but I wasn't particularly shocked at his career choice considering that I have been living Star Wars since the child discovered it.  However, a few seconds later, Sara piped up with, "...and I want to be an Icee store owner!". Have I mentioned that she is 3?

Zoinging the Mostest Bad Guys

If you had told me 10 years ago that I would spend a large portion of my day off zoinging the mostest bad guys with a light saber and saving the Wookie home planet from the dark side, I would not have believed you.

Hairy Knees and Other Such Requirements for Becoming a Man

We were riding in the car the other day and my 4 year old son gasps, "Mommy! I am a man now because I have hair on my knees!".  I did not know that that was the requirement.

A Story by: Sara, Age 3

A Story

by: Sara, age 3

I lost my barrette on the playground.  A cat came down from the trees and took it.  Then he climbed up the slide and went back into the forest.  Maybe it was an armadillo.

The End

I've always wondered what happened to her barrettes.

According to my son, do you know why we planted garlic in the garden?  To repel vampires, of course.

Strike a Pose

I only specified that he had to have shoes on both feet before we left.  Next time, I added, "the same kind!".

Monster Bait

Trey, Sara, and I went to the grocery store yesterday, and I let them pick out some "fun" cheese (It beats picking out candy.).  Sara chose string cheese and Trey chose Mickey Mouse shaped cheese.  When we got home, I told them to put their packages of cheese in the refrigerator and they did.  However, when we opened the car door this morning, the aroma of nicely sunned cheese overwhelmed us all.  We found cheese on both car seats and tucked into the handle of the door.  I asked them "Why?".  They said that the cheese was to attract the monsters.  I asked why they would want to attract the monsters.  They said, "to scare the bad guys!".  Oh, of course.  I should have known. 

Cute, but Dangerous

I was working on the computer and Trey came around the corner yelling, "Mom, look at this! Look at this!".  I turned around and he was playing his guitar with junior rock musician face and all.  He did it for several minutes and finished with a flourish.  I looked at him and said,"Buddy, you're cute."  He said (very indignantly, I might add), "I'm not cute.  I'm DANGEROUS!" Cute, dangerous, whatever fits the situation...

Here Comes Trouble!

This is why my husband thinks we are in serious trouble.  His solution?  Knock out her teeth and shave her hair.

Know Letters, Have Bag, Will Travel

The kids and I were in the car running errands and I was trying to prepare Sara to go to "school" on Thursday.  I told her what a good time she would have, and we talked about all the things she might do.  I, apparently, did a great job of talking it up because Sara announced that she wanted to go to school "right now".  I told her that she couldn't.  She asked why.  I told her that she just couldn't yet, and she fired back triumphantly with, "But Mommy, I know my letters and I have my bag!" How can you argue with that? 

Harriet Potter?

While I was unloading things from the car when we got home today, Sara picked up a straw, waved it at the sky, and yelled, "Expecto patronum!"  I asked her what she was doing (I don't learn.), and she told me that she was expecto patronuming the turkey buzzard so he wouldn't get the chickens.  I told her that the turkey buzzard didn't want to get the chickens, so she promptly turned around and expecto patronumed the cat.

Move over Danny Trejo

My son is obsessed with machetes.  I am not talking about "interested in" or "likes".  I am talking "obsessed".  He talks about chopping things from the moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to bed EVERY day.  Periodically, I have to ban him from saying the words "chop" or "machete" for a few hours simply to maintain my sanity.  We have Grandad to thank for this because Grandad bought Trey his first machete.  One of Trey's most impressive talents is the ability to focus on something he likes.  He manages to make every conversation about machetes.  For instance, Sara announced that she is going to grow up, get married, and have lots of kids.  Trey replied, "I don't want to have kids because they might want to play with my machete."

Top This!

Sara went to her first day of ChildTime a couple of weeks ago.  I went into her classroom with her for a few minutes to get her settled.  All the kids were sitting in a big circle sharing what they had done the previous weekend.  One child had gotten a new kitten and she proceeded to describe how cute and fuzzy he was.  Another kid had played with his dog all weekend.  Another kid had gone to the park with her mom and played on the swings.  Another kid played in the water in the birdbath in his backyard with his grandma.  Everything was all rainbows and glitter.  Then the teacher asks Sara to share what she had done that weekend.  My angelic looking 3-year old with the gold Shirley Temple curls and the huge brown eyes stood up and said in a no nonsense tone of voice and with a top-this expression on her face, "Daddy chopped the necks off copperheads."  Way to make a first impression, kid... for the whole family!

These boots are made for walking...

A few months ago, I made a pallet on the floor of my bedroom so that Sara could watch a movie while taking her afternoon rest.  I was sitting across the room working where I could keep an eye on her.  After awhile I noticed that every few minutes, she would hop up, walk to the very edge of the pallet, kick out into the air, and then lay back down.  After watching her do this about 5 or 6 times, I decided to ask her, "Sara, what are you doing?"(dangerous question, I know!).  She looked up at me with her big brown eyes and said, "I'm kicking sharks in the schnoz, mom."  Apparently, sharks are a very serious pest in Oklahoma. 

A rose by any other name...

I just thought that I would mention that my 4-year old son calls "skunks", "stunks". 

We went to the koi shop the other day to visit our friends who own it, and Trey and Sara picked me some flowers.  The difference in their bouquets pretty much sums up the difference in their personalities.  Trey's bouquet is very carefully arranged and none of the flowers have any missing parts.  Sara just has a bunch of stems.  Notice the look she is giving Trey's flowers, "Why do his look different than mine?".