The Get Well Nana Dance

Aren't You Out of Your Mind??

Emma turned five today. She was extremely excited last night to realize that she would go to sleep four and wake up five. As you can see in this brief video clip, though, the milk and strawberry tart have clearly gone to her head. Party Sunday.

Could You Be More Specific?

"But how do the sperm get from the Daddy to the Mommy? Can they fly?"

Oops!

[said with just the right mix of annoyance and righteous indignation]: "God shouldn't have made mosquitos!" (Anyone have a good comeback for that? I didn't!)

Score One for Grammy

In the car today, we were talking about what it meant for God to bless us and naming things we were grateful for and talking about loving others as the way we can be most like God in the world and how we can be God's arms, ears, legs, etc. Emma said she really wanted to be God's feet. Who knows what metaphysical seeds were planted (or what the eventual therapy bill will be--guess we'd better start the fund now!) but later, Emma wanted to pray before dinner: "God, thank you for all the colors of the world and the green, green grass and the green leaves on the brown trees and that we don't just have white grass and that we don't just have white trees. And thank you for these things we have to drink and oh! I forgot thank you for the food and for clothes to wear and that Grammy knew to do her work and get me all these wonderful clothes. Please bless [insert everyone's names] and everyone in the whole world. Amen."

Who Can Get Me Underwear??

Today Emma said "Who can get me underwear?". I replied "Can't you get your own underwear?". She said it was a new game show. Whoever could get her underwear the quickest wins. I'll take what's behind the curtain, Monty! I wonder if we're just not getting out enough...

Out of the Blue

Recent Out-of-the-blue-isms:

"Why are my eyebrows moving?"
"Why can't I squeeze my head?"
"When can I pick up a turtle?"
"Mommy, you don't look like Snow White." (Hey, kid, let me explain middle age, thyroid disease and marriage to you...)
"Mommy, if we get a dog, could we name it Tippy?"