She is so damned sarcastic.

My 4 year old is ~so~ freaking sarcastic. And I don't know if I should be super proud or pull my hair out!

I just said "Ugh, I have to make dinner."

And she said "Well Mom, if you would just get up and start it, it would be done already."

YES. A 4 year old. My 4 year old.

Oh, and don't forget the ~tone~. She said it in the perfect smartass tone too.

(okay, I'm secretly more proud than annoyed. I'm so in for it.)

Her first crush.

My 4 year old daughter has a crush. On a boy. In a band.

I have posted pictures of taking the kids to the punk band we know and somehow Ella has developed a crush on one of the boys, Chris. Last night, we went to a wedding (which Chris was in the wedding party) and after putting on her dress, she asked if she was pretty. After our approval she said "Chris is going to love my dress."

Great. She is the one who looks like me, but does she have to make my decisions even at 4? Ugh.

Maybe he doesn't have a machine ...

Before I relay this conversation, let me tell you a little background about non-mommy Nancy.

Pre-children, I didn't talk about farting. I didn't hide the fact we as humans do fart, but I left it as private. If I had gas, I'd go out of the room. I never did the farting under the sheets and stick my boyfriend's head in the cloud thing. I never had a boyfriend do that to me (One of my boyfriends may have one time but they quickly learned I didn't find it funny.) If someone else farted in front of me, I would completely ignore it. No laughing, nothing.

Now that I have children, this type of a conversation I just had is very normal. In fact, at age 36, I finally find farting funny.

~hearing rapid farting coming from one of my children~
Me: "Allison, did you just fart?"
Allie: "No!"
Ella: "I heard her fart. I hear her fart all the time."
Me: "Well, I hear you fart all the time. And I hear Allie fart. And you both hear mommy fart."
Ella: "What about daddy??"
Me: "Actually, I've never heard daddy fart. Have you?"
Ella: "Nope. Maybe daddy doesn't have a farter machine."

The cuteness of these types of conversations is that these things children say, well, they are totally, 100% serious about them. So matter of fact. Like really, it ~is~ possible that daddy does ~not~ have a "farter machine".

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I asked Miss Ella this very question tonight.

Ella: "A firefighter".
Me: "Are you sure?"
Ella: "Yes, I've made up my mind."
Me: "I'll be really worried about you."
Ella: "I'll call you."

heh.

Me: "Goose, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Allie: "A teacher!!"
Ella: "Did you make up your mind?"

I wish we were our own reality show so I could get these convos on video.

Happy Birthday Goose!

My silly goose is 3 years old today. To celebrate her birth, I leave you with some pictures ...

The last picture of me big and fat, waiting out the contractions.

Miss Allison Ann, 3 minutes old.

All cleaned up and mommy gets to hold her.

The end of her very first day.

Some professional pics, taken a few days later.

Feet!

I'm one!!!

Let them eat cake!

I'm two!

Now I'm almost three years old!


So, a big happy birthday to my goose, Miss Allison Ann. :)