An observation

Reagan: (pushing a stool across the floor and noticing that it didn't push straight)

. "Uhhhhhhh, mom?  Why does our house lean?"

Mom: "lean?  What are you talking about?"

Reagan: "the house leans this way !"

She's right. It does. 

Mom: "Well , it's an old house. "

Reagan:   "I think it leans because we have too much stuff. We need to lift the piano up."

This makes me smile. She's very astute for a little person. Yes, the house leans. And holy cow do we have too much stuff!!!

American Idol, Five Year Old Version.....

Sunday morning cuteness, April edition

Asleep on the couch

I came home late to find this waiting for me on the couch. At first I only saw the dolks and it freaked me out a bit, as they were all arranged so perfectly in their little dolly sleeping bags on the couch. Then I saw the little girl and realized a slumber party was afoot. ((Smile))

A New Daddy Word

My mom is visiting right now, which means she has been on a cleaning frenzy. Which I thoroughly appreciate, even if I'm a tad embarassed at the level of effort she puts into making my house "suitable". Regardless - the woman spent ALOT of time making the toilet in my bathroom sparkling. Like... just out of the box sparkling. Using some kind of pumice stone to remove the baked-on crud that hard water and life with disgusting boys seems to deposit. The toilet was beautiful. Which is why Rob was SO upset when a miscellaneous 9 year old male child used the toilet, and somehow managed to smear poop all over the seat. ALL over the seat. Totally puke-inducing gross. The audacity of such a thing on this newly beautiful toilet was jarring, to say the least. So we'll all forgive Rob for getting much more upset at the mess than he would have, had the toilet been in it's normal "barely-hygenic" state. Rob (Obviously hot): "OK. WHO SMEARED SHIT ALL OVER THE TOILET SEAT???" The boys were upstairs. His tirade was heard by only the women in the house. And it was only REAGAN who responded, in her innocent, 5-year old, chirpy voice. Reagan: "What shit, Dad?" And then she proceeded to run into the bathroom to see the crime scene for herself. Reagan: "Is that the shit, Daddy? Who's shit is that? Someone needs to clean that shit up. That's a mess." She was so sweet when she said it, so clueless of what she was saying, that we had a really hard time keeping a straight face. Reagan: "WHAT??? Why are you all staring at me?!!!" Ignore, ignore, ignore... because if we laugh, she'll be saying it all.the.time. I mean, the girl doesn't even say the word "stupid" because she thinks it's a swear word. ((sigh)).

Little Mama

Getting ready for basketball practice on a Saturday morning.

Mom: " Quinn, you need to change your clothes, and get socks and shoes on."
Reagan: "And NO ELECTRONICS.  You are late."
Mom: "Reagan, it's okay.  I've got it handled.  You're not the mom."
Reagan: "Well, I will be someday, and I'm just practicing!"

She's going to have a ton of practice under her belt, given how much she bosses around her big brothers!

Progeny

Dinner table conversation last night....

Dad: "So, what do you guys want to be when you grow up?"
Quinn: "An archeologist.  I mean the one that studies rocks."
Dad: "A geologist?"
Quinn: "Yeah.  That."
Colby: "I don't know.  Something that makes robots."
Reagan: "A ark... tek... Mom, what do I want to be?"
Mom: "An architect?"
Reagan: "Yes.  That.  I want to color and paint and draw and build towers."
Mom and Dad beam.
Reagan: "And I will have 11 children, and Dad will be the grandpa, and Mom will be the grandma."
Dad: "WOW!  11 kids is a lot!'
Quinn: "You'd be sitting at the table and say 'now, what's your name again?'"
Reagan: "NO!  Mommy wants lots of grandkids.  Right Mom?"
Mom: "Right."
Reagan: "And I will have 3 puppies, and 10 goldfish, too."
Quinn: "And some iguanas?"
Reagan: "No iguanas.  But lots of frogs!"
Dad: "Any cats?"
Reagan: "No cats.  But Quinn will be my husband."
Quinn: "No I won't!"
Reagan (smiling and reaching for his hand): "Yes you will."
Colby: "That's illegal!"

You're going to be one busy mama, little girl.  Bring it on.