Spank those stairs!

(story from my sister)
The girls were waiting for us to come home from work so we could go to dinner. They like to wait at the front door and watch. Laura was downstairs listening to them. Leah walks downstairs.
"I broke my arm, Lala"
Laura: "oh you did. How did that happen?"
Leah:"I fell down the stairs and broke my arm"
(note -I just broke my foot stepping off the stairs so they have been running with this-she didn't even fall).
Hannah (chiming in): "let's go spank that mean stair!"

They proceeded to the stairs and adequately spanked them. "bad stairs! Don't hurt Leah! Ever ever!"
Leah; "not that stair! THAT stair!"
And they moved on to another until they were satisfied.

Can you guess how we make them feel better if they are hurt? We have spanked many inanimate objects...

A little misunderstanding

The girls were eating strawberries whole, and my sister took off the leaves but still left the little green top. She said "girls, don't eat that green top. Just nibble around it."
Girls: "I don't want to eat the nipple!"
Laura: "no honeys, nibble. NiiiiBBBle".
Girls: " I don't want to eat the nipple. I eat around the nipple."

Yes we got a cake

Ok everyone loves a publix cake right? I went publix and decided not pick one up at 15 dollars a pop. I was planning on making cupcakes instead and sticking a candle in one to satisfy this birthday issue. Matt picked up a cake on his way home. Yup. Sucker.

Upon seeing it the girls exclaimed "there's my birthday cake! Thank you daddy!!!".

So yes we had "pretend birthday" cake and ice cream and sang happy pretend birthday to each child and they blew out candles. Like pros.

This better be it for 6 months kids.

A very merry UN birthday!

Last night Matt had to go into the girls room because someone was obviously out of bed. He found Leah standing by her bed, which Hannah now occupied, moping. "Hannah's in my bed" she said, lower lip out. Matt corrected that situation and got each child in the correct bed.

Leahs lower lip was still stuck in pout mode.

"Whats wrong, Leah?" he asked.
"Hannah said I no get a birthday cake or candles or big fire and get to go Whhhoooooooosh" Leah said quietly, simulating the mouth position and sound made by a child blowing out candles
"Honey, you know you will get those things on your birthday. Dont worry about that right now"
"I get a Mickey cake?" (sure), "And Mickey Candles?" (yeah, ok?), "and big fire where I can go Whooooooosh?"
"Yes baby, all those things. Now go to sleep ok?" And with that Matt tucked her back in and walked out of the room.

And Matts heart broke a little with his poor traumatized 2 year old who was not going to get birthday cake in 6 months. And then we settled back down to watch 24. When we heard someone out of bed again...

Matt went back in. Leah now had her head in her arms laying on the ottoman. Still just talking quietly about her birthday cake.

"Leah, what is wrong? You need to go to sleep" Matt asked again.
"I no get a birthday cake and candles" she repeated, softly and sadly.
"Its otay Leah! Come eer. comeer Leah baby." Hannah chimed in (as if she didnt start this in the first place).
Leah walked over to her sisters bed and laid down on Hannah where Hannah could hold her and pat her back.
"Its otay Leah. You get burday tate. (pat pat pat) Its otay" Hannah said.
Leah perked up. "Thats my sissy! I love my sissy".

Ok all is well between the sisters. Everyone went back to bed.

Back to 24.

Then we heard the nursery door attempting to be opened. Matt went back in. Leah was now moping in her rocking chair. About the cake. Good grief.

I think Matt went in one more time and they finally fell asleep.

This morning Leah woke up singing happy birthday to herself (last I had heard last night was that today was to be Dolly's birthday). Leah was still upset about not getting a cake. I guess Ill get one? I think that Hannah has helped in this delusion. They have now told my sister Mommy is going to get a cake, and Daddy is going to bring home presents. and they want a red and blue cake - though Hannah told Leah she cant like red. Leah even picked up a random cardstock from the mail and said it was her birthday card.

I suppose we will have a little unbirthday celebration tonight. Leah is honestly depressed in a 2 year old fashion at the idea of not having a birthday cake on her birthday, which she has deemed today - not October 3rd.

Crazy things we overhear

One of my favorite things is to listen to the girls talk to each other or themselves when they dont necessarily know I am listening. Their interaction is hilarious. These are some of the things we heard just yesterday.

Leah to Hannah discussing breakfast options:
I sorry Hannah. We no have big fruit loops. Only little bitty ones! I sorry. (we only had fruity cheerios)

Leah after eating a bowl of cereal and two scrambled eggs leans back in her chair, put her hands on her belly and goes "Ooooh I'm stuffed!

Conversation between the girls: Hannah was pushing an empty swing and it came back on her and bumped her in the face. Leah immediately stopped what she was doing, walks over to Hannah and says "Im going to spank that swing!". She spanks it and Hannah goes "Pop the other one!" "I promise I popped it" says Leah. Hannah walks over to the other swing and SCREAMS "NO swing! Ill pop your bottom harder!"

A play date was scheduled with a 2 year old neighbor and the little girl threw up right before the girls were supposed to come over. Play date cancelled. The girls saw her mom outside later in the afternoon and started discussing this "throwing up" incident they had heard talked about but didnt understand completely.
"Ava in trouble. She throwed on couch." said Hannah. "No it was an accident. She's not feeling good." my sister explained. Leah chimed in "It's ok! She's not in trouble Hannah, I promise!"

Leah, talking about Lauras Bubble gum - which they have been told they are too young for gum:
"Lala has gums. I too young for gums. When I get big I have some gums."

Somebody? Anybody?!

Last night we put the girls down and they were in a playful mood. So an hour later we could still hear them talking (singing Happy Birthday). After about 5 minutes of relative quiet we hear Leah through the door.

HEEEYY!! MOMMY! DADDY! I POOPOO'ED IN MY DIAPER! DADDY! I POOPOO'ED!

We were laughing at her at this point so were a little slower going in there than we could have been.

MOMMY!! DADDY!! I POOPOO'ED IN MY DIAPER! COME HERE AND CHANGE ME! SOMEBODY!? ANYBODY?!?

Oh my goodness, where did she get that?

A good mommy

Leah got a splinter in her toe that was pretty bad. She said it hurt and wanted it covered with a sock (because then it would feel better). After her bath I had to take this thing on and Leah was not having it.

Blood curdling screams is what I got, with her screaming "Dont cut it off! Dont cut it with the scissors! Cover it with sock!". Ok first of all I had TWEEZERS but thanks for that disturbing image.

I was laying on her holding her legs down and still couldnt keep her darn foot still. She was causing such a commotion my sister came upstairs to calm her. Of course she was trying to love on her when I really needed her to help me hold the foot.

I eventually got it out, miraculously I may add, and Leah was too mad at me to let me comfort her. She chose LaLa instead - the one without the "scissors".

Finally she came back over to me. I said "Look Leah! Your boo boo is gone!"

She hesitantly peered down at her foot and saw that indeed, there was no more boo boo.

"You fixed it Mommy! You made it all better! You take gooooood care of me." and gave me a big hug.

That made me feel better instantly about the near torture experience. Always good when your child forgives you.