8-31-11

Just a few minutes ago from the mouth of Ella: "The bathroom is only for FOUR things, Mommy. ONLY FOUR. Did you hear me? #1: going potty. #2: washing my hands. #3: putting in my hair pretties. #4: taking a bath. Oh, and #5 is doing whatever else I want in here. But no playing in the toilet, Mom. I better not catch you doing that. GROSS." Me: "No worries, Elle. I think I can resist the urge to play in the toilet."

8-25-11

At the breakfast table this morning, I was telling Rhett about my dream in which my car, purse, etc. was stolen, and I was stranded. Ella pipes up and says, "You need to get some better dreams."

8-23-11

Today, Ella announced to her entire preschool class that her dog, Charlie, and their class therapy dog, Cobb, are exactly alike. You now... because they both had their balls chopped off. Oh. My. God.

8-21-11

The boys are trying to teach Ella to say, "My name is Pepe, and I hail from mother Russia." in a Russian-ish accent. I would voice my disapproval if I wasn't laughing to hard.

8-19-11

Apparently, 4 is the age of complete honesty. This morning when I went into Ella's room to wake her up, she says, "Momma, your eyes look TERRIBLE. I think you need to go back to bed."

8-18-11

Ella just asked me if I was going to just drop her off at school today. Me: "Yep. Just like yesterday." Ella: "Well, this time, try not to cry."

8-17-11

Rhett and I dropped Ella off at preschool this afternoon. She literally ran into the classroom without so much as a goodbye. Wooohooo! No phone calls from the principal or the teacher. YAY! Three hours later, I went to pick her up. She was exhausted but happy. And the teacher didn't even give me any nasty looks on the way out! Winner, winner, chicken dinner!

8-16-11

The most disturbing thing I've heard in a long time: Ella had a nightmare in which I gave birth to a snake baby covered in popcorn. And I ate him/her/it. Apparently, just the snake baby and not the popcorn. No worries. I already made her an appointment to start therapy.

8-15-11

Ella has nixed the idea of being an onion for Halloween. Now she MUST be a coyote. With pink sparkles. And glitter. And a tutu. You know... because "coyotes are great dancers."

8-12-11

Ella woke up this morning, asking if she could go scuba diving for her birthday. But only if she gets a scuba suit that has sparkles and glitter all over it, of course. I'm afraid to tell her that her scuba expedition might have to be in a tiny plastic blow up pool in the backyard with a regular old swimsuit.

8-10-11

Ella is in the bathroom having a tantrum that involves pottying, jeans that she thinks don't fit, and whether she has socks on her feet. I'm starting to lose it, but then I hear her yell, "Would someone please come in here and scratch my butt!?" *snort* We're all class around this joint.

8-10-11

At dinner, Ella was barking orders. (Surprised?) I asked her, "Who do you think is in charge around here?" Her answer to me: "Well, you're SUPPOSED to be." So help me, I think I need to start a blog about her just to record and PROVE the naughtiness that was a 3 yr old Ella.

8-10-11

Ella is humming Smoke on the Water by Deep Purple. Dare I admit that I'm a little bit proud of that?

8-9-11

Right now, Lego Lady's hair is missing and someone *cough, cough* is inconsolable. So help me, if we ever find that tiny mop of black plastic hair, I'm super gluing that sh*t to her head. I mean, who goes around losing their HAIR, all willy nilly like?! Lego Lady does, folks. That's who! Geesh.

8-5-11

I just caught Ella talking to the toilet... and making it talk back to her. Clearly, she needs more friends.

8-5-11

Ella is contemplating her Halloween costume for this year. At this point, it's between a ladybug and an onion.

8-1-11

Ella is demanding to know why it's okay to kill bugs (specifically daddy long legs spiders that can't hurt you), but it's not okay to kill people. I have to say, I'm at a loss here. For that reason, I see lots of catch and release situations in our future.