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!