4-27-11

Ella: "I'm very concerned about my nutrition." Me: "Sweetheart, we can discuss it after you finish your Poptarts and chocolate milk." (Yes. She's only 3 1/2. And I'm a little afraid she's going to turn me into Child Services because of her breakfast... because she's smart like that.)

4-26-11

Ella has been busy rearranging the pillows on the couch and "deco-waiting" the family room. She's convinced she's "making it o'mantic up in here." *snort*

4-15-11

Ella: "I need to find Easter. It's probably just in the bathroom." And then, she actually looked in there.

4-6-11

Ella is absolutely convinced that her Grammy and Pop pop live in Dirty, Kansas. She refuses to believe that it's actually DERBY, Kansas.

3-29-11

Ella was busy explaining to me that I'm really, really old. When I asked her how many years old I am, she said, "At least a hundred years. Maybe more. You're the oldest person I know." Hmmmm... shall I laugh? Or cry?

3-28-11

In the midst of an enormous meltdown temper tantrum while riding in the car, Ella said to me, "I command you to turn here right this very instant!" It took every ounce of my might not to laugh... OR beat her.

3-24-11

I took Ella and Macey to the craft store this afternoon. We were there for at least 30 minutes. There were no tears. There was no screaming. There were only nice hands and quiet voices. Next, I fully expect to see Satan prancing around in a parka, pigs with angel wings, or unicorns knocking on my door to sell me magazines.