The perfect girl for me

This morning I asked Libby, "why did God give me such a great daughter?" She replied, "because I'm the perfect girl for you". I said that she was right, and that Amelia is too. Libby said, "Yeah, but she's the naughty one"

Libbyism

Tonight I was making dinner and Libby took the Cool Ranch Doritos out of the cupboard. She put some in a bowl, closed up the bag, and put it away. Next she came over and showed me the bowl of chips and asked, "Do you want some diarreah chips?"

Libbyisms and Amelia the Monster

Yesterday Libby said, "Amelia's a monster!!" Chris said, "well, you're her sister...so what does that make you?" She replied, "Scared".

I thought it was brilliant.

Yesterday she puked on the sitter's couch while she was waiting for me to pick her up. This morning when I was getting ready to leave for work (I went in for half of the day to get my stuff done, then came home so Chris could go in and get his stuff done) she said, "I'm sorry that I puked on Norah's couch". I replied, "It's okay, Libby...Norah knows that it was an accident, but you can tell her tomorrow." She said, "No, Mommy, I wasnt' talking to you. I was saying a prayer"

I thought that was beautiful.

Chumley the Wonder Dog

Quite often the bedtime stories I tell Libby are about Chumley the Wonder Dog.
Chumley is our 10 year old Golden Retriever.
Chumley the Wonder Dog can dance and walk on two feet and wears funny outfits or a tutu. Libby counts Chumley the Wonder Dog as he flies over the moon some nights...when counting sheep just won't do.
Last night we were hanging out and suddenly Libby laughed really loud and said, "Mommy, Daddy, Look!! Chumley is by Holly's butt and he's standing on his two feet like Chumley the Wonder Dog!!"

Chumley was mounting Holly, the Black Lab. Sure enough...Chumley the Neutered Wonder Dog was was going for it.


On another note, Amelia now says "Elmo" and "cup" but still no "Daddy". Chris and I are both "Mommy". Her "please" and "no!" are two of her best (and most often used) words.

And another Libby-ism.... As she was getting ready to go to Grandma and Grandpa's house last Friday, she told me, "Grandma calls me Sugar." I asked, "do you like that?" She said, "oh yes." I replied, "you can call her Sugar Mama". Libby shook her head and corrected me...."no, Mommy, she's 'Suga-rama' (pronounced Shug-o-rama). She was very pleased with herself and I died laughing.

Libby turns four next week. I'm not quite sure how that happened. We're having a pink party this weekend. That's the theme....pink. Everyone who comes has to be wearing something pink. Something visible. Even the men and boys. Chris, for example, will be wearing my pink baseball hat. Pink snacks, pink cake, and pink drink.

Gassy Chickens

Earlier today Libby told me that she didn't want something because it would make her gassy. "It will make you gassy?" I asked? "yes" she replied, "It will make me gassy like a chicken".

I guess that's something we all should watch out for, isn't it?

A Couple of Kid Funnies

**The other morning, Chris came into our bathroom and found Amelia standing there with his dirty underwear around her neck, smiling proudly. We laughed and he removed them....only to discover my dirty thong hanging around her neck, too.

**Libby came up to me this evening, reached up and squeezed my chest and said, "I love your big boobies"

We have a couple of classy little ladies, ay?