You Mean Situated?

This morning, I could hear the girls talking in their room so I went in to give loves before leaving for work. Peyton sat up in bed and said, "Mom, my nose is stuffy."

Me: "Well, maybe you should get up and blow your nose."

Peyton (annoyed, laying back down): "It's otay. I got my nose all fituated."

Two things.....

A) My Pea Pod is not a huge fan of exerting herself beyond what she deems absolutely necessary.

B) I think she's going to have a great vocabulary.

Moon Spotter

Libby (to a playmate at the playground this afternoon): "Hey, my sister is the best moon spotter in the whole world."

Now, that's love.

Looking Toward the Future

This morning while the girls were in the bathtub.....

P: "When I grow up I'm gonna be a daddy."

Me: "You are? How you gonna do that?"

P: "Magic."

L: "You gonna go to Africa?"

P: "Nope."

L: "How about Argentina?"

P: "I'm gonna go everywhere that's far far away!"

L: "Like bend? Are you going to bend? I'm going to go to bend. But you gotta watch out for sharks."

Unqualified

I'm on antibiotics again. Shocking, I know. Tonight, after (not really) listening to the unsolicited medical advice from my sweet husband we had this exchange....

me: "Listen, just because you like to look at naked people doesn't make you a doctor."

him: "Hey, I was a biology major for awhile."

Oh, jeez. I forgot that part. Okay, I'm all ears.

Stinky?

Peyton: "Mom, you smell like teaching."

Musical Gifts

Me: "Girls, just so you know.... any sort of musical ability you come away with doesn't come from the Groshong side of the family."

Libby: "I already know that. Daddy, please stop singing!"

Will You Marry Me?

Libby found these cute rings in our latest copy of Family Fun Magazine and asked if we could make them. I happened to have the supplies on hand, so we made one to see if I could actually pull it off. It turned out great and we plan to make more for Valentine's Day.

The one we made was sitting on the table at dinner, so I grabbed it and said to Shane "Daddy, will you marry me?"

Mr. No Imagination raised his brows and replied, "We're already married".

Isn't he fun?

Peyton chimed in, "I want to mah-wee Libby! Libby, will you mah-wee me?"

Libby answered, "I already told Michael I'd marry him. But you can be my neighbor?"

I thought the neighbor gesture was a sweet little consolation prize. Peyton, however, looked like a second child whose older sister beats her to the punch every time.