PJ's attempt at dork-ifying K

So PJ was reviewing with K who the WoW bad guys and good guys are. PJ ran out of character names so he asked, "Is Uncle Doug a bad guy?"

K's response... "NO! Uncle Doug would NEVER hurt me!"

<3

Within a period of two hours...

(en route to get Dev so we could have a girl's dinner at Charlie Brown's)
Mommy, "K, do you remember what happened last time we were at Charlie Brown's?"
K, "Yeah, Mom. I know, I know." (She threw up a few times...)
Mommy, "I just want to make sure you're still okay with going! Tracy was so worried about you. Do you think that Tracy will make a good mommy?"
K, "Yeah, someday."
*K, deep in thought*
K, "She should get her own baby."


(while picking up Dev from school)
K, "Hey! There's Luke and Ryan's mom!"
*pause*
K, "Ryan is my booooooooooooyfriend."

(while en route to Charlie Brown's)
K, "Mommy, are you going in the right direction for Charlie Brown's? It's near Sesame Place. It's the restaurant with the handshake on the sign. Are you suuuuure you're going in the right direction?"

(while at Charlie Brown's)
K, "Mom, I don't have any more room for dinner!"
*a few minutes go by*
K, "Mom! I really have to poop!"
(bathroom break)
K, "Ok, I have room for dessert now!"


During most of the dinner, mommy was holding and rocking a teething and tired Dev. K dropped only three pieces of silverware onto the floor and managed to only spill one thing onto her white shirt. Devon was angry at her bottle and threw it on the floor a few times. She also refused to eat the baby food that I brought but had fun dropping her spit-up/wipe-up cloth on the floor and watching mommy get up to retrieve it. I can officially call this evening a victory!

We then left Charlie Brown's with minimal trauma to the waitstaff and surrounding patrons.

My little mini-me

Daddy, "Kahlan, you are peanut butter!"
K, "No, YOU'RE peanut butter!"
*pause*
K, "Daddy, your FACE is peanut butter!"


K, "I'm taking off my clothes because I got them wet."
Mommy & Daddy, "Leave them on, K, or you'll get cold."
K, "I take off my clothes. That's what I do."

Kahlan-isms

This post will be abbreviated as I'm kinda sick.

‎(After seeing a Leo Diamond commercial)
Kahlan: Daddy, you need to get your wife one.
Daddy: I already got her one.
Kahlan: Don't you want to get her another?

(Keep in mind that she is wearing pants.)
"Daddy, I lost my underwear!"
*pause*
"Curse you, underwear!"



Kahlan kept on running back and forth from the office to the living room, with a new computer/video game each time.

"Daddy, is this it?" (had Starcraft)
ran back to office, then back to living room
"Daddy, is this it?" (had Suikoden V)
ran back to office, then back to living room
"Daddy, is THIS it?" (Had Civ V)

Daddy, "Kahlan, what are you looking for?"
Kahlan, "World of Warcraft! I can't find it!"

It's been awhile since I've posted! It wasn't due to lack of interest - it was due to lack of the internetz! Our old router-thingie didn't want to work any more. It definitely appears as though PJ has now fixed the problem so it's all good.

The girls have their Halloween parties/parades at school today (well, technically "today" but it's really in about 12 hours). Her Royal Highness Princess Kahlan is going to be Snow White and Devon is going to be the cutest little chubby ladybug ever! (Thanks, Rach!) K is so excited! I love this time of year too because I use the holidays as behavior modification tools. If you don't _____, then there will be no Trick-0r-Treating/Christmas/whatever.

This is our first Halloween in the new house. We settled on the house on October 30th of last year but didn't actually move in until December 12th. Should be exciting.

For dessert last night, we all had a piece of chocolate chip cookie cake with a couple scoops of uber-chocolate ice cream, with a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie on top. No regrets although Kahlan did learn that she will probably still get dessert even if she doesn't eat all of her dinner. My bad :)

Disjointed but fun all the same...

Kahlan never fails to disappoint. There is always something coming out of her mouth that renders me speechless. *Most* of the time, it's a good thing.

When leaving Target last week, she called me whiteface. I am not sure 1)where she got that from and 2)why she decided to call me whiteface. Now, there is Whiteface Mountain in New York but I really don't think that's what she was talking about. It's one of those situations in which I want to know what she's talking about but I don't want to encourage her to keep using some words.

Earlier this week, she didn't want to finish dinner. I told her that was her choice but that she couldn't have dessert. She insisted that she was full. She then lifted up her shirt and said, "But I still have room for dessert right HERE!" as she pointed to a little space in-between her ribs.

I guess that she had lemonade at school today because as we were leaving, she proudly and loudly announced that, "My farts smell like lemonade!"

We were playing a guessing game in the car. She would describe something and I had to guess what it is. It went something like this...

K, "I'm thinking of something white on the inside and red on the outside."
Me, "Is it an apple?"
K, "No No No NO! I need to give you more hints!"
Me, "Okay."
K, "It has a stem too!"
Me, "Is it an apple?"
K, "Yup!"


K's been talking a lot about my grandmother who passed away 1.5 years ago. K and GG were really close - best buddies. GG became part of the guessing game:
K, "I'm thinking of somebody who is beautiful and is Aunt Dot's mother."
Me, "Is it GG?"
K, "Yeah, but she's out of town right now. We should go visit her."
I then tried to go over the whole gone-but-not-forgotten concept of death. K really misses her GG.

Kahlan has definitely been pushing buttons lately. She's been doing things that she knows she shouldn't do, but in a manner that's on the verge of making us really mad. She knows exactly when to pull back from being bad. I know it's part of her age and all - but dear lord! It's scary knowing that in a few years, she will be teaching Devon these tricks!

She's been on a kick lately of telling me that my belly is squishy. I tried explaining to her that having two big babies in my belly is what contributed to this (I am, of course, not blaming my chocolate addiction). While I'm not exactly the size I was at our wedding, I don't consider myself beyond all hope. She'll bring it all back by telling me that I have beautiful eyes. That's when I decided that having an inquisitive and observant four-year-old is like having a jerk boyfriend :)

K picked out a Snow White costume for Halloween. She wanted to buy an apple as part of her costume. I told her she can have an apple closer to Halloween for her costume because if we bought it now, it would go bad by Halloween. Judging by her angry rant, I'm guessing that wasn't the answer that she wanted...

Heard from our bathroom tonight, "I like pooping!" PJ, "Yes, I know you do..."

...and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on

Being a parent is never dull. I'm not just talking about the daily busy routine of getting the girls ready for school, getting ready for work, packing lunches, putting out clothes for the day, brushing teeth, wiping sleep from their eyes, working a full day, being a mommy-taxi, prepping for dinner, clean-up, laundry, dishes, showers/baths, and trying to convince two tired girls that they are, in fact, tired. Both girls have their own special ways of throwing an unexpected yet happy curve ball at my day. Whether it's Devon reaching up because she wants her mommy after actively wanting daddy all day or some of the stuff that Kahlan comes up with - it's never a dull day.

Kahlan's most recent thought process is at follows:
K, "Mommy, why am I coughing so much?"
Me, "You have mucus."
K, "I'm going to tell all of my friends at school that I have mucus!"

Later that day...

Me, "How was school today?"
K, "I told all of my friends that I have mucus!"
Me, "...and what did they say about that?"
K (with a mouth full of McDonald's), "They said that they hope that I feel better."

I've never seen another kid who is so proud of their bodily functions.

That was earlier in the week.

Yesterday - I can't believe that Friday is "yesterday" already - I had to get the girls from school early and take them to an evening meeting at work with me from 5 - 6:30pm. The school closes at 6pm and PJ wouldn't have been home in time to get them. They have both been to the office numerous times and K knows where everything is (bathroom, kitchen, etc.) so she's able to be relatively independent at my work. The meeting that took place was with our American Sign Language (ASL) instructors as we are planning future classes. Therefore, the entire meeting was signed. I was holding Dev and I thought that K wasn't paying attention as she was coloring, eating, and running to the kitchen periodically for more water. I guess that she did pay attention because she spent a good portion of the evening at home waving her hands and fingers at me, asking if I knew what she was trying to say. I love that she understands that ASL is a real language and that she is interested in the disability community at a young age - this will hopefully contribute to making her an empathetic and compassionate adult. However, I did not have the heart to tell her that she wasn't actually signing anything - she was just waving her hands and fingers. I'm thinking that we may have to enroll her in ASL classes to get her beyond the basic things that she does know.

This also really got me thinking. K has never been one of those "point-and-stare" kids whenever she comes across somebody that doesn't look like her. In her coloring books, she will color skin white, yellow, brown, and black without a second thought. She will pointedly say that "some people have darker skin and some people have lighter skin" and I tell her that she is right and that everybody is different. Sometimes the differences can be seen and sometimes they can't be seen - but being different is what makes the world go 'round. I can tell that she is always observing, always processing information. She really takes it all in - and she is really sensitive. I just know that she will change the world for the better when she is older with that great mind and huge heart of hers.

Not that I'm biased or anything...