Who ya gonna call?

We were in the Kohl's dressing room today minding our own business and Kyra was of course, providing a running commentary on every thought that passed through her mind. =) Another woman had entered the dressing room around the same time we did and was accompanied by her son of around 9 years old or so. The boy was acting as her runner whenever she needed something else in another size. Well, while we were in our dressing room and she was in hers about 4 stalls down, and during a rare lull in Kyra's monologue, we hear this woman call for her son, "Austin...pausepausepause...Austin?" So Kyra, being the helper that she is, decided to help this woman summon the boy and yells as loud as she can, "AUSTIN!" From down the hall, the woman starts cracking up and I am chuckling, silently thanking God that at least we were behind closed doors.

Hack-Hack-Grin

The innate knowledge that babies are born with amazes me. They are born knowing the proper technique to get their food. They are born knowing that you're supposed to be scared of falling. And apparently, they're born knowing that when you cough, someone will turn and look at you. I know that all babies do this, but actually seeing my own babies do it cracks me up. Siana, for a couple months now has been frequently performing the trick where she does this goofy little fake cough and then waits for someone to turn and look at her. Whoever does turn and look is then rewarded with a huge toothless grin and often a cute baby giggle. Who teaches them this? It's not like we sit around as a family and cough when we want attention. It just amazes me that she figured this trick out all on her own, as did Kyra, and as has every other baby on the planet.

I think not

After disobeying this morning and having done the time for her crime, I asked Kyra if she understood why she'd gotten into trouble. She said no. So I told her to think about it and think about what she had done to cause her punishment. She turned to me after a second and said, "I don't have any thinks."

These are a few of my favorite things...

Steven told me last night that he had some trouble in assisting Kyra while finding a Mother's Day present for me. He asked her what she wanted to get me several times and she just kept saying she didn't know. So he thought he'd simplify and suggest that they get a gift certificate for me. He asked her, "What store should we get Mommy a gift certificate for so she can go shop there?" Kyra naturally said, "Wal-Mart!!!" Daddy tried to clarify a little a said, "Well, let's think, what is Mommy's favorite store?" To which she again replied, "Mommy loves Wal-Mart!" Amused, he then tried another angle and said, "Well, how about a restaurant? What is Mommy's favorite place to eat?" Kyra got very excited about this one and enthusiastically exclaimed, "Taco Bueno!!!" The store and restaurant she chose are not necessarily typical Mother's Day fare, but I've got to give it to her, the girl knows her mama. =)

Accuracy in Artistry

Last week at church, Kyra was drawing a picture of her Daddy leading singing. After she'd finished her masterpiece, she was whispering to me the details of what she'd drawn. She pointed out, "there's his head, his eyes, his ears, his mouth, his belly button, and there's his hairy bottom." I don't think I needed quite THAT much detail.

Boots-Boots-O

I don't know if it is the "official" logo or not, but scattered in several places in Amarillo is the word Amarillo with both L's replaced by a pair of boots. One of these is on an overpass on the highway, and another is in a restaurant called Cattle Call that we eat at occasionally. We were sitting in Cattle Call one evening having dinner and Kyra looks up at the wall where this Amarillo logo is painted. She says, "Look, that says Amarillo!" She then proceeds to spell it out, "A-M-A-R-I-Boots-Boots-O." She then gets a rather confused look on her face and repeats, "Boots-Boots-O???"

Surfin' USA

My 3 year old is officially a tech nerd (just like Mommy and Daddy). Today I got a mailing list email regarding some videos Kyra likes to watch (Signing Time). I stepped away from the computer because I was done checking my email and Kyra said she would like to look at the Signing Time pictures. I said sure and pulled up the email for her to look at. I went across the room to put Siana down on her little jungle gym toy and suddenly heard the Signing Time theme song pumping through the computer speakers.....????? I turned around and saw that Kyra had clicked from the email to the signing time website, had clicked through to the "products" page that listed all the available videos, had found a video she didn't have, and was checking out the sample video clips from that video. Holy cow! I then watched as the video clip ended and she moused up to the corner, clicked the red "x" button to close it and continued browsing the signing time videos. When did she learn how to do all that???? I'm going to have to set up parental internet controls for a 3 year old!

National Monuments

Kyra picked up our broom today, stood it on its end so the handle was on the floor and the bright yellow bristles were straight up in the air and said, "Look Mommy, the Statue of Wiberty!"

Naked Bunnies

Kyra was drawing pictures today and after she'd finished drawing a bunny, I asked her if she was going to color her bunny. She replied, "No, it's ok if he just be's naked."

Kyra on Crying

Kyra, Miss Loudness that she is, decided that Siana was too loud for her liking today. Siana has been fussy today, I think because she's about to have some bottom teeth. So during an unusual crying episode, I heard Kyra sternly telling the baby, "Siana, stop cwying! We weawwy can't hear anything! You're weawwy good, but now you're bad...stop cwying! You're fweakin me out!"

(weawwy=really)