Wordless Wednesday - That's My Girl!

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Contest of wills

My husband and I were finishing up some errands this afternoon quick in preperation for my family coming here for our Christmas celebration. He stopped quick at the bookstore (to get me a gift card, I am sure). I was going to just stay in the van and wait but my three year old right away said she had to go potty. I reluctantly got out of the van and headed for the store. My daughter and I went straight to the bathroom and into a stall next to an occupied stall. She right away said she had wet her pants (she hadn't) but she was adament she had. When she gets like that, she flat out refuses to put her pants back on. I didn't have any extra pants in my purse (although there is just about everything else in there :D) so I said to her she had to put them back on, she had no choice. She shook her head fiercely. I again said she had to. She said "No, I don't want to." I said again she had to. She of course got extremely upset at this point and started yelling "No, I don't want to!" I said to her then, "Amanda, you HAVE to have pants on when you go back out in the store rather you want to or not, you have no choice". This got a chuckle out of the occupied stall next to ours. My daughter of course still yelled out, "No, I don't want to." I said then, "Amanda, you can't go out in the store naked!" My daughter innocently looked up at me, tugged at her shirt and said, "But I have a shirt on." LOL!

After the bookstore bathroom incident, we headed to the grocery store. My husband has been battling a cold. He asked me if I had any Kleenix. I reached into my pocket and handed him one. My daughter right away pipped up and said she needed a "Kweenix". My husband told her she didn't need one because her nose wasn't running. She looked at him and said, "I need a Kweenix, I have burgers in my nose!" LOL!

Cutting it close...

This is a picture I took of my two year old just yesterday. She is wearing the new Perfect Fit Toddler Mitts I designed recently. Her bangs were the perfect length and she was looking so adorable. I trimmed her hair a few weeks back and it was finally growing in, perfect timing for her 3rd birthday on the 15th.

Here she is now:



She got a hold of the scissors a few hours ago while I was making supper and there is a good 2 inches of her forhead showing! Oh well, at least she has some of her bangs left!

Funny for the Day

We raise alpacas and when we shear our alpacas I say it is time to give the alpacas a haircut. Once the "hair" is off of the animal I call it fleece. I work with this fleece in many different ways such as spin it into yarn and make felt out of it (for slippers, mittens, rugs, etc.). My youngest daughter knows I call it fleece, and she apparently picked up on me saying we give them a "haircut". Well, I gave my five year old a haircut and threw the hair in the garbage in the bathroom. My two year old went potty and spotted the hair in the garbage. She yelled from the bathroom to me, "Mommy, is that Paige's fleece?" Hee, hee!

Kids say the darndest things!

In the wee hours of the morning, my two year old started crying for mommy. I groggily got up out of bed and went into her room. She refused to lay back down in her bed so I hoisted her up out of her crib and layed her down next to me in our bed. She yawned and stretched and closed her eyes for a few minutes. Then she started to whimper again. I sleepily asked her what was wrong and she said, "MY weg hurts." I said, "Your leg hurts? Why?" My two year old said matter of factly, "It hurts because it is broken."

LOL!