Friday, November 30, 2007

An Appropriate Dessert

Yesterday after dinner, Kyra asked if she could have dessert today. I told her that I was going to cut up an apple for Siana and myself, and she was welcome to have some of that for her dessert. She responded, "Nooooo, I mean an UNHEALTHY dessert." Hey, at least she knows the difference.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Future Archeologist

As I sat in the living room this morning, Siana exited the room and I heard her little footsteps padding down the hallway. Soon after, I heard a drawer open and shut in my bathroom, then a minute or so later, I heard another drawer open and shut. I decided to investigate, and as I rounded the corner into my bedroom, I see Siana arm deep in one of my bathroom drawers. I asked her, "Siana, whatcha doin'?" Her reply: "Diggin'."

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

From my hallway to yours...

This was the girls' activity the other afternoon: they both donned as many headbands, rings, necklaces and scarves as they could support on their little bodies and ran up and down the hallway in clunky play shoes, announcing, "We are glamour girls!!!" They would load up on bling in their bathroom, run down the hallway to me in the kitchen, show me, run back and change out some of it, run back down to show me, etc. This went on for quite some time and they were quite entertained by it. The funniest part was Kyra running down the hallway with Siana, calling out to her in an extra fabulous voice, "Come on, glamma girl!" and Siana responding in her tiny little voice, "Comeeeeeeng!"

Monday, November 19, 2007

Angie Bruce, Official Member

Well apparently Ms. Kyra has now learned my email address. The other day, I was going through my new emails and found one from Nick Jr. thanking me for joining their club. Sadly, I had to think back to recall whether or not I actually had been to Nick Jr.'s website and signed up for something, say a sweepstakes maybe, and inadvertently signed up for a newsletter. I came to the certain conclusion that I had done no such thing, so naturally, I called my sweet daughter into the room and asked her if she knew why Nick Jr. was sending me emails. She matter of factly replied, "Oh yeah. I put in your email address so we would get the Nick Jr. newsletter. All you have to do is click the link in the email to complete our registration." I think not. You may have commandeered Daddy's blog for a few days, but my email account is mine, sister.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Drive By Mooning

My parents are in town, so this post is a conversation as reported by my mom:

Driving in the car one evening:

Mom: Kyra, look, there's the moon...

Kyra: Oh yeah!

Mom: It kind of looks like a toenail...

Kyra, confused: Huh???

Mom: repeats statement.

Kyra, still confused: Huh. It just looks like a crescent to me.