Turning into a Yogurt

Mia:  Mom, why do people turn into a yogurt? (Emphasis on the YOH-gert)
Me: I don't know anyone who has turned into a yogurt.
Mia: I do. She was a girl.  And then she got married because she was a yogurt.
Me: You sure have a good imagination.
Mia:  No, mom.  It's for real. The yogurts got married to themchother (each other)
Me: (Not sure what to say, and also a little distracted as I happened to be feeding Dane pears for the first time).  Well, that's nice.

Later, I remembered that Shelton let Mia watch Shrek for the first time whilst I was running errands.  Mia was right.  People (like Fiona) really do turn into Ogres sometimes.  Just not Yogurts.

.........

Later

Need a Ride?

Five more Fings

I know that I have mentioned Mia's tendency to stall bedtime on several occasions.  Tonight our conversation went something like this (I collaborated with Shelton to make sure I stayed true to her own "voice"):

Me:  Alright baby girl, tell me one more thing and then it's time to go to bed.
Mia:  OK mom.  I have one more of five more fings (things) to tell you.

Me: (sighing) Alright missy, what's thing one?
Mia: I lub you.

Me: I love you too.  What's thing two?
Mia: You picked me some blueberries in the tree because you lub me so much.  (This is untrue.  I bought some blueberries at the grocery store, but we've been talking about how veggies and fruits are grown on farms before they come to the store).

Me:  I do love you lots, that's for sure.  What's thing three?
Mia:  Does Bingo lamby have brothers and sisters?  (and then, without pause) Yes.  He does.  They are in his tummy and he feeds them milk.  One is named Rosie.

Me:  That's a tricky situation.  What's thing four?
Mia: I forgot fing four.  Do you remember it?

Me:  No, I don't remember it.  Do you remember thing five?
Mia:  Yes.  Fing five is that I have five more fings to tell you.

This little girl is WAY too smart for her own good.

Father's Day

I have been blessed to have many wonderful fathers present in my life.  Not the least of which being my own father, who has been nothing but supportive of every endeavor I've ever undertaken, and a father-in-law who has taken me in as one of his own.

Having a newborn baby in my house however, I am especially grateful for the father of my babies on this particular Father's Day.. When I married Shelton, I knew he was a catch.  What I didn't know was that everyday of my life I would be grateful for his work ethic, his shoulder to cry on, and his crazy comments and ideas that never fail to make me laugh (see: sanity retention).

The past few months and weeks he has been working hard to not only finish up his second year of Medical School, but also take, pass, and excel on his first step boards.  All the while "enjoying" the first weeks of our son's life and dealing with a more-crazy-than-not sleep deprived postpartum wife.  I don't know how he stayed awake during the exams, much less excelled.

In summation, my wonderful husband deserves the happiest of Father's Days.  The highest praise I can give him is that I hope the son we have can grow up to be just like his daddy. We love you honey!

Thrice as Nice

My sister in law sent me some pictures of my newest nephew, Bensen Lance Taylor. 

Don't you just want to snuggle this boy? I keep hoping they'll decide to let me keep him at my house.   Bensen and Dane are two of three baby boy grandchildren on the Taylor side born within a two month span.  (Incidentally, when we were all newly pregnant and pontificating genders, my mom predicted three boys.  Turns out she's psychic). 

This is James Daryn Taylor.  Also too cute to handle.  Unfortunately, he was born in Guam... so I haven't gotten my hands on him just yet.  He and his family just arrived back in the states this week though, so I'm hoping to remedy that soon. 

And of course, my very own little ray of sunshine. No, he's not up for adoption.  Don't even ask.

I think we're going to have our hands full at family reunions. 


PS- After Mia's goodnight kiss tonight, I was surprised when she didn't start up a let's-stall-bedtime-as-long-as-possible-conversation.  Instead, she quietly lay her head on her pillow and said, "Mommy, I'm too tired to sleep tonight."

PPS-  Dane will also have another boy cousin soon on the Knudsen side.  Did he get lucky, or what?

Priorities

Yesterday Shelton and I took Mia and Dane to McDonalds to play.  There were some "big" kids of 12 or 13 playing tag in the actual play structure, and I think they kind of made Mia nervous.  For the first few minutes, she was content to watch them play.  A little later though, she came back to the table and asked me for a wipe.  Thinking she needed to blow her nose or something, I happily obliged.

Several minutes later I noticed her scrubbing the tiled floor very vigorously.  When she saw me watching her, she said "Mommy, this floor is filthy.  I need to clean it before I can play."  Really, Mia?  Silly girl.

I'm trying to decide if this is a reflection of the values I have pressed on her.  If so, I think I need to lighten up.  Play a little more in the mud or something.

Marilyn

This morning I realized that I hadn't been out of the house in awhile, so I loaded up the kiddos and headed over to Kohl's.  The $10 coupon gets me every time. Who can say no to free stuff? I digress. 

Anyway... as we made our way through the housewares, a picture of Marilyn Monroe caught Mia's eye.  Since she (she being Marilyn) was actually decently clad, I addressed Mia's questions and told her that the woman's name was Marilyn, and she was kind of a big deal once upon a time.  Mia's response surprised me:

"Mary?  Oh yeah!  I know her.  She is Jesus' mommy."

I think I have some 'splaining to do.