Ella 3 yrs

Ella asked, "Mom where did Maya go?" I responded, "I don't know sweetie". She quickly retorted, "No, you have to say "I KNOW." She would not take an "I don't know" answer from her Mom! As far as she is concerned, Mom ALWAYS has the answer.

A Sign of the Times

A pair of burrowing owls live along-side the farm road that we travel, on the way to piano lessons. We spotted them about eight months ago, and now, every Wednesday, I pull over, and let the girls all peer out the window for a minute at our dear old friends. This week they weren't at their usual home, a hole in the side of a bank with a peice of wood sticking out of it, but were about 3 telephone poles to the North. Aubree tried to think of a reason that they might have moved their home.... she said, "Maybe there is an "owl bank" and the "owl bank" had to come and take their home, so they had to find a new one". She later decided that they were probably just out looking for food.

There have been a lot foreclosures in our community and Aubree couldn't help but notice what was going on!
Aubree 8 yrs old

Cute things kids say...

I've been keeping a record of the cute things our girls say on my computer, but have decided to just add it to the blog.... Hopefully it will help me to be better at it!

Aubree 8, Maya 5
Aubree ran in from the other room and said "She's just in there" Maya exclaimed with excitement, "Jesus in there! I want to see!" and ran in the direction that Aubree was coming from. What a sweetie!

Ella 3 yrs:
I was trying to get Ella to take a nap and laid down on her bed and said, "I need someone to snuggle me. Do you know who could snuggle me?" She replied, " I don't know, maybe Daddy or some-pin.

Ella 3, Kate 19 months:
I dropped Maya off at preschool, and headed to the grocery store with Ella and Kate. I didn't realize that Kate had brought a small sample of a scented soft wax candle with her. We were almost at the store when Ella said "Kate's hair is all messy". I turned around only to find that she had smeared the soft candle wax into her hair. It was really a mess, with gobs of wax mixed into her soft little hairs... Ella said, "Her's going to have to get new hair". I asked, "How are we going to get her new hair?" Ella quickly relplied, "Jesus give her new hair."
I ended up cleaning it up with a napkin as best as I could, and taking her shopping with greasy, oily, messy looking hair. Oh, well! Atleast she smelled good!