Summertime

(Or how we torture daddy while he is at work) 

Fine things that come out of the mouth of an almost Four year old

(Also titled why I have no more pride)

From down the hall I hear: 

Moooooom!!!! I need you to wipe my bottom!!! 

Me: you are a big girl.  You can do it yourself! 

Lil: well there is lots of poop.  Lots.  Can you see it? Can you smell it? It is REALLY smelly!!! 

While I was on the phone just now...

Lil: (dancing around the room and singing loudly) I am picking my nooooooose!!! 

Yup.  I am a proud mama.  

Baseball

Lil has taken to playing T-ball. Tonight as she played with Nana and Grandpa, she stopped, put her bat down and said, "I have to stop. The poop is coming out of my bottom!" And then she ran inside. Bet Josh Hamilton has that happen all the time!

Super Lil, to the rescue!

Food for thought.

I am convinced that hanging out with a three year old is pretty much like hanging out with a drunk person. Just a bit too loud, gets stuff all over the place, leans on you randomly, and talks about things that make no sense.

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Santa and the train.

Nana and Grandpa got us all tickets to ride the train in Grapevine last Sunday. We were happy that Daddy had the day off and could join us.

We got there a bit early but that gave us the chance to run, play, and visit the gift shop.