I'll get right on that...

Hear me! Hear me!
Can everybody hear me!?!
For all the people who can hear me that eat mushrooms...

Go get me something to drink!

Cute little girly girl

Last night was taxes/out to dinner night. Our server thought Elise was the cutest little thing ever. Their conversation:
S: Are we all ready to order? Or do you need a few minutes?
E: Hi! (Mom I'll do it! I'll do it myself!) I'd like a grilled cheese sandwich and lemonade please.
S: Ohhhhhh... you're SO CUTE!
E: Thanks. Do you like my dress? It has flowers on it.
S: I do like your dress. You're such a pretty girl. How old are you?
E: I'm 4. I'll be 5 on my 5 year old birthday. It's on December 16.
S: Ohhhhhhhhh... you're cute AND smart. What's your name?
E: Angry Stinkeye. Nice to meet you.

Snork?

E: Mommy, did you snork last night?
M: Uh, what?
E: You know. Snork. Did you snork?
M: I have no idea what that word means.
E: It's when daddy is snoring oh so loud so you have to sneak quietly into another room to sleep.
M: Oh, yeah. I guess I did snork. Did you?
E: No. I usually just try to stay away from dad when he sleeps.

me too

California Dreamin'

E: Mommy? Why do our roads have so many pop holes?
M: Pot holes? I don't know. This road only has a couple though. It's not bad at all.
E: I bet roads in California don't have any pop holes. All the roads are smooth and all the cars are happy. We should really live in California Mom.

Yes, yes we should...

What on earth?

On the way to dance class this morning.

"Wow! Did you see that? That go light changed SO FAST. I think it has the code of the ninja."

New name

My daughter decided she has a new name.
Elise Claudia Whistlin' Pete

Why? I don't know. It sounds good to her. She keeps practicing her whistling and is getting better and better.

Dad's name can also be Joe Whistlin' Pete. Not mom though. She eats mushrooms. She's not normal. Just Elise and Dad Whistlin' Pete.

It's been a while.

Life gets busy. Things start to slide by and before you know it, your baby is grown up.

I need to add a few jems before I forget forever.

"Mommy? Is Santa and the Elves Daddy?"
Sigh. I knew this day would come, but she's only 4. She's so young. Who can I blame for this? Daycare? TV? Dad himself? Is she just that smart? I'm not ready.
"Of course not. Santa and the Elves are Santa and the Elves. Who ever told you such a thing? Santa and the Elves live in the North Pole. They can't possibly be Daddy. He lives with us."
She paused for a second, looked at me like I was insane and replied, "No mom. I SAID - Is Santa the Elves' Daddy? Who is the Elves mom and dad?"