We Interrupt the Bickering for this Gem of a Quote

Me:  "Why are you guys so giggly?"
Georgia (giggling):  "Because we like to be giggly.  Because we're sisters.  That's the whole point." 

And then they raced out the door to the swing set.  

Please let it last.

City Kid Perspective

Just a couple of recent amusing conversations.

Incident 1:
While arriving home and hopping out of the van after dark one night, the girls glance up at the sky and exclaim with a level of excitement that I had assumed would be reserved for witnessing Santa's sleigh in flight, "A STAR!!!! A REAL STAR!!!  For real, Mom, I saw a REAL STAR!"

Incident 2:
Words of wisdom shared over grilled cheese sandwiches:  "They're just like bees and sharks, Mom.  If you don't bother them, then they won't bother you, right?"  (Sigh. We were talking about rats.)

The Golden Goose

As of last month...


I found treasures such as this lovely shell lodged in Waylon's mouth:


But this month...

He's producing gold coins! (In addition to guitar picks, wads of scotch tape, and leaves.  Oh, poor third child. I am doing my best to prevent you from choking, but it sure is hard work.)

[For anyone who caught the Jack and the Beanstalk reference, how 'bout this gem from Georgia's mouth this afternoon:  "Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum! I smell the likes of an English muffin!"]

The Real Story of Thanksgiving

Joe:  "Nice drawings.  It's just like the first Thanksgiving."

Georgia (exasperated in a "duh, Dad" kind of way):  "I know, Dad.  We read a book about it.  Noah built a boat to carry the Indians and pomegranates across things."

Wow.  Just wow.  I had no idea.  Also, what are they teaching my child at this school? 


Apparently at our house, P is for pomegranate.

Praise All Things Holy

The girls have started playing together a lot more lately.  By themselves.  Downstairs. 

And it doesn't even always end in tears - bonus! 

This afternoon I popped down to check on them and was informed by Georgia, "I am the farmer, and June is my royal assistant."  : ) 

(Thought you would appreciate that, James and Frances.) 

Monkey See, Monkey Do

They may not always have pants, but they are professional baby shush-ers.


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What follows is part of a semi-related conversation in which Georgia could not fathom why I might have any reason to be tired:

Me: "Call me when you're 35."
Georgia: "Mom! I'll be living with you when I'm 35. I can't call you, that's silly!"

Duly noted.

Telling it like it is

Remember how I said I wasn't complaining about the heat?  Apparently someone begs to differ.  : )

(Below is an excerpt from The Family Book, as dictated to and recorded verbatim by our nanny.  Original illustrations by Georgia.)