More funny kid

Annika's Geronimo-style war cry as she came down the slide when we were in California with family:

"Mr. TATO HEAAAAD!"

In response to the ruined zucchini mounds:

"NO CAT! Don't eat our garden. I'll put you in a TIME OUT."

While waiting on the potty:

"My poopoo is still hiding in my bum."

Quoting Disney movies:

Toy Story 2: "NEVER! You must choose!" "I choose Buzz Light Year!"

The Incredibles: "Its NOT ABOUT YOU!"

When she's worried: "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear."

"You sing beautiful Mommy. But too loud."

"I'm a mean superhero to my quesadilla." (?????)

"I'm gonna wear this dress when I get married to James and Daddy."

When we aren't finding a cliff to throw her from, we laugh a lot. A lot. We're still looking for the cliff.

Funny kids. Mostly.

Annika: I have one sleep. Only one sleep.
Mommy: Why don't you try two sleeps?
Annika: OK! (And she runs upstairs to try some more sleep. Of course, it didn't really work.)

Annika: (In a very forlorn voice) Its hard to go to sleep. So hard.

Annika: Hooray! You did it Mommy!

Annika: No, Daddy. Its not Mr. Jakey-Wakey. Its Jacob. Not Mr. Jakey-Wakey.

Annika: I'm just a little bit sick. I need to watch a movie. (Or have a bitavin. Can you figure it out?)

Annika: You sing really pretty, Mommy. But, too loud.

Unfortunately, Annika has suddenly developed a phobia of bugs. She won't step on the floor, sometimes, and point to all sort of bugs. Except they aren't bugs. Its just evidence that I don't vacuum my WHITE???? carpet everyday.

Jacob likes to play spaceman with a clear bucket on his head. He smiles and cheers and drums on the bucket to make sure that we all know how much fun he's having. Then he usually bumps into something and falls over.

We bought a minivan, a trampoline and we are going on a road trip this Friday. We're driving to southern California to visit aunts, uncles, my grandma and to meet my dad out there. (Not to meet my dad, as in I've never met him before, but as in he's going too.)

I'll post pictures later when I'm not packing.

Why Annika is not naming any future siblings

And, no, that is not an announcement of any sort. Except that she's not naming any future siblings.

Annika turned 3 this past Friday and had a birthday party the week before. I was reckless and invited 8 kids which made 9, so....

Actually, the party was a great success. She received lots of great presents, the majority of which are ponies of the "My Little" variety. She LOVES them and so they are perfect. Here is a sampling of their names:

Hor
Haaaiiii said like a war cry
Rushi
Grandma
Sharleen (Isaac's mom.)

Her new build-a-bear, who wears very pretty dresses and has a beautiful smile, has been christened Kirky.

Now that she is in naming mode she has named her little bear Hike and her kitty Ham. Sometimes she calls Kirky Turkey. So, we just keep getting more and we can work up to a club sandwich.

Pictures of our Cute Kiddos

Obsessed

I can't resist staying up all night to watch the Olympics. I pretend that I'm one of them. I change my story to fit my current life. I have imaginary interviews while I wash the dishes. I proudly sing my national anthem. I surprise everyone with my gold medal combined with my undiscovered superstar voice. I set records. I'm a media darling. I'm a complete unknown. I'm the oldest figure skater to compete in the Olympics, and at 34 I am in stunning shape and I set world records and everyone wants to talk to me and praise me and give me money to endorse awesome products.

Its really fun. I'm not embarrassed or ashamed of my lunacy, I just think that's its funny that I watch these beautiful and inspiring events while in a near vegetative state on my couch. Fold laundry? Too distracting. Sit ups? I don't want to make the athletes jealous. Do the dishes? Don't be ridiculous. It is all I can do to peel myself off the couch to pee. But, that gives me time to practice more interviews. Pep talks. Visualize my awesome outfits and my awesome bod. (That part is my favorite.)

Sometimes I'm a skier. I have a story for that. I'm an aerialist. My story for that is crazy. I'm a last minute alternate for the hockey team and I score the winning goal. After being in a coma. From saving the president from assassination. (That one isn't actually true. Well, none of them are "true", I just mean that I've never actually come up with that one. But there's still time. I do, after all, have to pee.)

Pride and Disappointment

Yesterday, when I picked Annika up from the nursery (at church), she came running to me and said, with joy and enthusiasm, "Mommy, I'm so proud for you!" (Which means I'm so proud of you.)

Today, she isn't pleased about the stair gate at the top of the stairs enforcing her nap time and she yelled down, "Mommy, take down this gate RIGHT NOW. I'm so disappointed for you." (Again, this means I'm disappointed in you.)

Well kid, what goes around comes around.

Here are some pictures of the kids. The ones with the especially big and not very natural smiles are what she does when I say, "smile!"

Fine

We're fine, back to normal, which means a sassy little girl who seems to be in charge, but other than that, we're fine.

Fine, but uninspired.

I keep sitting down to write and getting bored by myself so I stop. We don't have any pictures to post yet, I'll try this week. Anyway, maybe I'll come up with something later, but not today!

Wow. This is the lamest post ever. Maybe I'll be so embarrassed that I feel I have to make up for it. Maybe.