more wacky conversations & Happy Birthday Bubbe, Grandma and Abram!!!

Okay, bear with me. I haven't had time to write in a couple weeks, so I have a million conversations on Post-it notes, on pieces of paper and typed in my phone. Lots of bizarre tidbits coming right up! Well, right after I give a quick update, that is!

We have had a lovely week with Uncle David here visiting. He's here to lobby Congress for dental health rights, but we've been able to steal him away from work/school each day for quite some time. The kids adore their Uncle David, and I'm sure they will be asking for him to come back for months to come. We have some hilariously funny photos documenting the visit, so we'll share those whenever my lazy arse gets around to it. :)

We're in the final phase of fixing up our office/guest bedroom. We painted the walls and ripped up the carpeting and bought hard wood flooring. I will be happy to be done with the project and get the house back into shape. Our heater chose the coldest part of the year to go out too, so we've been shopping around. It's not too bad, and the good news is: it will be fixed before our next round of company arrives -- woohoo! Mom and possibly Alana and Cyndy are coming to visit in April. Mom won an award for her play about Darfur. She's awesome like that -- my Mom. :)

Okay, here is the latest installment of wacky conversations that occur in our house and in the car:

This morning Sofia told me she had a bad dream that she was a princess who didn't have any baby dolls. (I know: TRAGIC!)

Gabe was pooping earlier today and called for help. (I know: LOVELY!) I came in and said, "What can I do for you, Sir Gabriel?" He said, "I think if you hold my nose, the poop will come out faster." (WHAT?! GRODY!)

Sofia woke up the other morning and after asking for her daddy said, "Um, Mom, when I get bigger, can I have a towel on my head?" Funniest part of that inquiry is: I was not wearing a towel on my head when she asked me that question.

I never know what to call my daughter. She's Aunt Amy or she's Alexandria or she's Ms. Grace or Ms. Denise. Doesn't matter what I guess. I am going to be wrong. "NOOO. I'm Alexandria!"

Sofia started ballet again 2 Saturdays ago. She LOVES it and for the first time actually participated in the lesson without having to cling to my leg. She sure has a lot of spunk at home. Out in public, she's "shy." (Me: "Sofia, say hi." Sofia: "No, Mom, I'm shy.")

Gabe announced one morning out of the clear blue sky that we should be nice to each other all the time because that's what God wants. I always try to ask him who he talks to about God. "Does your friend Giovanni talk to you about God?" His answer: "No, Mom. I just like to think. All on my own. I'm SMART!" (as he throws up his arms to flex a muscle - ha!)

Oh, here's a doozy from yesterday morning:
Gabe: "Mom, will I always be your baby boy?"
Me: "Of course you will honey."
Gabe: "Even after I die?"
Me: "Whoa, Gabe. You're not going anywhere anytime soon. I'll die before you do and that's hopefully a LONG, LONG time from now."
Gabe: "But who will die first, Mom? You or Dad?"
Me: "Ummm. I don't know, Gabe. Statistically speaking, I guess men do tend to die sooner than women." (thinking to myself: WHAT am I saying?)
Gabe: "And then God just makes some more men?"
Me: (laughing) Something like that Gabe.

I've been thinking about getting Gabe either a voice coach or violin lessons. I think he has perfect pitch. He'll start belting out some other song while a different tune is playing on the radio, and it cracks me up because he hits all the notes just right. Or at least this proud mommy believes that to be true. LOL!

On the Sofia front: I bought a new hair product the other day and all day long, I couldn't stand the way it smelled. To me, it reeked of cocoa butter which is just not a smell I enjoy. I don't know why I didn't notice this problem when I sniffed it before buying. Anyway, at the end of this very long stinky day, Fia and I were cuddling in bed when she began saying, "Mmmmm, Mom. Your hair smells like a garden." ha! Too funny. (I'm still taking it back though.)

Speaking of hair product, I got my hair chopped off the other day, and I really don't need new product because there's not much left. When I got home, I said to Gabe, "Hey, what do you think?" Now in all fairness, Gabe was playing a computer game, but he literally did not look at me and said, "Good." He's a man in training, that is for sure. Sofia on the other hand said, "You look like Granny." I laughed and said, "Really? Do I look a little older or something?" To which she said, "Oh no, Mom, you look new!"

One day a couple weeks ago, Gabe informed me: "Mom, I just told Megan my Grandpa has snakes! And then I told her all their names." I replied, "Ohhh, wow. What are their names again?" (knowing full well Dad doesn't name his snakes) Gabe said, "You know -- Chicken Snake, Rat Snake, Dog Snake, Turtle Snake, Lobster Head Snake..." Our kids have the funniest imaginations on the planet.

With Groundhog Day, we had lots of talk in our house about shadows. Gabe informed us that he named his shadow "Shady" and Sofia one-upped him by naming hers "Feces." Tim and I cracked up. Of course she just thought she was making up a cool new name. We talked her into re-naming her shadow "Dora," an all-time favorite name of Sofia's. :) Didn't need her going to school asking, "Have you seen my Feces?" (Ewww!)

Okay -- I think that's enough of a mouthful -- err, an eyeful?! :) And, this is AFTER editing it down because I realized my sense of humor doesn't quite jive with everyone else's and I said WAY too much in typical fashion... Have a happy Friday the 13th and Valentine's Day. Much more importantly, happy birthday Bubbe, Grandma, and Abram! xoxo, k