From the Mouths of Babes...

Mornings getting ready for school and work are always hectic affairs.  There might be some ...ahem.... raised voices on occasion, when little people pay no regard whatsoever to the clock, despite repeated "reminders" from their parents.  There might be some screaming between siblings, some difficulty in keeping hands to self, some disregard in the personal hygiene required when presenting oneself in a public place such as an elementary school.   In exasperation today, during the hurricane that is our mornings, my husband lamented ....

"WHERE did all these children COME FROM???"

Reagan, in her calm, chirpy little voice (which had been whining and crying in response to some offense from her brothers not 15 seconds before) said sweetly  "Daddy, we come straight from Heaven."

OH.  Yes, yes you do.  It's so easy to forget sometimes, little people. 

Halloween Costumes

Reagan keeps talking about wanting to be "Poke" for Halloween.  "Not this Halloween, but the next tomorrow."  Quite frankly, I was at a loss as to who "Poke" was.  She described a brown dress and pink and purple feathers, and it finally occurred to me. 

"You mean Pocahantas??"

"YES!"  Silly, silly girl. 

Multi-Tasking

Reagan was washing apples for me, as I chopped and juiced them, while pasteurizing the by-product on the stove AND cooking dinner, all while listening to music.  I was getting behind on the chopping phase, and Reagan's washed apples were piling up, which did not make her happy.  I got side-tracked letting the  dog out the back door and noticed the messy bathroom, so started washing the sink and counter top and picking up the clothes and towels that had been thrown on the floor.  Reagan had had enough.

Reagan: "MOM!!  You do this and that and that and that!  So many things all at the same time!"
Mom: "That's called multi-tasking, Reagan."
Reagan: "Just stop working  all the time!  You need to STOP and play with me!!"

OH little girl.  Yes.  I do.  Because there are only so many years left where she'll WANT to play with her Mommy.

Name Change

I was baking an apple pie for my "Mom's Night Out" meeting tonight, when little girl began eyeing it.

Reagan: "Mom, why can't WE have pie, too?"
Mom: " I made you and Daddy and the boys an apple crisp for dessert!"
Reagan: "Mom, I want to go to Mom's Hide Out, too!  I want REAL pie!"

Mom's Hide Out.  That's a far more appropriate name.  But it sounds like my little hide out has been discovered - dang it!