Insightful little guy

So both the kids got sick today, and we were lucky enough to get them into the same doctor's appointment. Well, that's not the most exciting place for kids, but they were making the most of it playing together. Maggie Anne was getting dangerously close to the hitting her head on the corner of the table and her brother seemed to be waiting for the perfect opportunity to give her the nudge. I told him that I would not be happy if he pushed her into the table.

He looks up at me and asks, "Angry or sad?" I had to chuckle and tell him a little of both.

Precious girl

Our sweet, sweet baby girl walked into her daycare class this morning and found each baby that she could reach and gave them a hug. First time I had ever seen this and her teacher said she had never seen it either. If it were possible for a baby girl to be too sweet, Maggie Anne would be it.

New Toy

The city surprised the neighborhood yesterday when they just started digging sidewalks. We had a bigger surprise when we got home and found this bulldozer parked in our front yard. Of course there is a little boy who was on cloud nine and just had to know, "Where did you get that mom?"

Allergies

Our family is having a leisurely Sunday morning today cooking breakfast while Dalton is zoned out reading with his Leapfrog pen at the table. I was telling Boyd that I had to get up at 6:00 and give Dalton "booger medicine" for some pretty major sniffles in my face (his weekend treat is that he gets to sleep with us - it makes it slightly easier to keep him in his bed during the week).

Boyd is saying that he is afraid that Dalton is allergic to something in our house and hopes that it is Nacho (our grumpiest dog). I jokingly say that it must be our bed so he can't stay there anymore. We throw out a few more ideas and without even looking up from his book, Dalton says "It's veggies!"

We laugh and he assures us, "No really, I'm allergic to veggies."

Reminder that he's 4

Dalton's version of a knock-knock joke:

Knock knock!

Who's there?

Orange

Orange who?

Banana

I knew what he was going for, but he couldn't make it work. I decided to help him out with this one:

Knock knock!

Who's there?

Boo

Boo who?

Why are you crying?

He started laughing and wouldn't stop. "Tell it again!" "Tell it 3 more times . . . 2 more times . . . 1 more time . . . the 0 time!" He ends up laying on the kitchen floor laughing. Then he tells me, "Mom, you're funny!" I am? "Well, sometimes."

Watch out Beyonce!

So on our way home tonight, Maggie Anne was getting to listen to my "Guilty Pleasures" mix cd. I wasn't paying much attention, but all of a sudden, I heard Maggie Anne saying, "Uh oh" over and over again. After asking her a couple of times what was wrong (I could see that she still had her cup and toy in her hands), I realized Beyonce's Crazy in Love (Uh oh, uh oh, uh oh, oh no, no) was playing and she heard a word that she knew. She is an amazingly delightful little girl! Following in her brother's footsteps, she makes me laugh everyday.

Cyndi Lauper eat your heart out!

Our big birthday girl. The tutu weighs about as much as she does.

That smile

She can make anyone happy just with that smile. She melts hearts all over town. I've seen her melt ladies' hearts both young and old. But last night we made a stop at the grocery store for her birthday cupcakes for school and she stepped it up a notch. She not only charmed a big body builder (no seriously, he was huge), but also a couple of airmen from our Air Force base. The body builder got a high five from Dalton, but when he asked Maggie Anne, he got a decisive "Nnnnno!" Few minutes later, I couldn't figure out why she kept lifting up my arm at the elbow and peeking under it. Yep, she was making eyes at the airmen. What are we going to do with her???

Why did I think the smiles were cuter when they were toothless?

Sibling Adventures

While the offense did not happen at this occasion, I show the first three pictures so you can have an idea of how the injury in the fourth happened. The bump actually happened when they were playing together in a big cardboard printer box or their "space ship."

And no, we do not put our kids in the closet. We were just finishing pulling up the carpet in this area. They had quite a time playing in there. Oh, to be so easily entertained again.

Promise

I know I am behind on pictures. I have lost the cord that goes between the camera and computer. Because birthday pictures are going to be a must, I've decided that I'll have to break down and buy a new one tonight if I can't find the old one (this will ensure that I find the old one immediately after opening the new one).

Anyway, no hatemail please. You will be bombarded soon with the backlog from the camera.

Maybe I'm crazy

So Maggie Anne is the big birthday girl tomorrow. She doesn't have a big vocabulary, but she can definitely communicate. I won the race to get her this morning (the best smile of the day is that big smile before she sits up!) and when I picked her up, she was saying "Da. Da." Boyd came in so I asked if she wanted her daddy. She pushed him away with a "Na Dada" and pointed her arm to the changing table. "Da. Da." she told me again. Soooo, we went and changed her diaper. As soon as she was all dressed, she instructed me "Ba. Ba." So we went to the kitchen where she repeated herself until we found a bottle.

She defnintely knows what she wants. And she's so cute, she usually gets it.

Bubba?

It is official, Dalton has become Maggie Anne's "Bubba." I tried to blame it on the bath or the bottle, but now when she is asked where Dalton is, Bubba is the response you get. Don't know where it is coming from because we have never called him that. Perhaps they do at school. OR she is doing her best to copy her DaDa when he asks her where her brother is.

I survived being a Sissy, so Dalton will survive being a Bubba. :-)

When do we lose this?

Dalton had to take a dollar to school for a project today. Throughout the entire (7 minute) drive to school, he sang a theme and variation on "I've got a DOLLAR!" Fast, slow, soft, loud. Pretty sure there was some opera as well as some rapping.

I just couldn't remember when I last got that excited about a dollar. Maybe there's something to learn there.