Summertime with these girls is so much fun! I love playing in the pool with them (Isla can now swim across the pool!). They are my favorite gym buddies (Isla does yoga and practices headstands while Aliana dances or takes headless photos of me). We get to go to the Science Center together (and that is “the best place in the world!”). And even the lazy days are great (probably my favorite!). Today we baked cookies. And of course besides keeping me on my toes, they have been keeping my laughing… pretty much all the time.
“When I grow up, will I lose my skin and get a grownup skin?”
Upon receiving a compliment on her talent as an artist, Isla modestly replied,
“Oh yes. I was born with all this talent.”
Also born with all this modesty?
“And we got to see our computer cousins… our cousins who don’t live here… They live in Ukraine… They are just inside the computer!”
Isla: Can I use one of your Sharpies?
Me: No, I don’t want you using those without supervision, Baby.
Isla: I can see just fine!
It took me a minute to figure out that one.
“Aliana, you know what? Pretty soon I’m still going to be a kid, but I will have grown up teeth.”
“Morning is really just night because you know the sun is a just really bright star, so when the sun comes up its still night because the stars are still out.”
Very logical… so I can go back to sleep now, right?
Aliana: Mommy can I have a hug?
Me: Of course!
Aliana: You’re supposed to hug me with two hands!
Me: Sorry. I’m holding my food with one hand.
Aliana: Well put it down right here, and try again…
…Now that is a proper hug!
In a sweet singsongy voice that carried (just a little too well) all through Publix…
“I am Bloody Mary! I chop off all of everyone’s heads. I chop off the heads with my chopsticks.
This, along with the fact she was brandishing chopsticks at everyone who looked at her, is probably why I find grocery shopping exhausting… and slightly embarrassing.
Also in Publix…
“I am Bloody Mary. You can be the Married Queen of the Scotts.”
Not sure what it is with Publix and Bloody Mary
“Mama, don’t get all dramatic, I just used one tiny little squirt”
Any time Aliana starts a sentence with those five words, be afraid… be very, very afraid. Also that “tiny squirt” was enough lotion to cover both girls… entirely.
“Mommy, this lasagna is delish! I thought it would be so gross, but it’s not. Nice cooking!”
Um thank you? I think.
Aliana: Mommy, can I play with your glass swans?
Me: No, Baby.
Aliana: But Mommmmeeeee! I’m careful! Sometimes I drop stuff, and it doesn’t even break!
Oh, well in that case… sorry still no.