I just asked W if she was lying to me. She growled at me. I said no, "lying", not "lion"

A told me she wants to be a motorcycle when she grows up.

W's impeccable fashion sense

A is really taking homeschooling to heart. She is demonstrating how to wear jewelry to W, and when she tries to walk away she yells "come back here, W! Your class isn't finished yet! Wait, right here, your class is almost finished."

Me: A, did you take Mama's purple pen?

A: No.

Me: You know how I can tell when you're lying?

Our evil genius in training. Gotta get the evil mustache thing down early.

Well, she's got the attitude to go with the tat...

We have a pack of flash cards, and whenever W gets to this shirt card, she says emphatically "Grandpa!". Nice to know your style is recognizable anywhere, Dad.

A's first day of homeschooling - she's so excited that we're starting a half hour early!

A and Daddy are comparing watches.

Daddy: Mine is an Ironman.

A: Mine is a Potty Watch!

A is miffed at me that I already went to CrossFit this morning without her...

Who hoo! I think it's official that A is daytime potty-trained. No accidents in 5 days and we've even been out and about!

As I'm on the phone with mom, W says in a very distressed voice "I NEEEEED to talk!!!"

A: Dear Jesus, thank you for those Chaney boys.

Yay! W's fever is gone and she's back to our happy little baby. Oh, and did I mention that A's been using the potty for the last two days?!

A's ballet teacher asked the class if they knew what a "chasse" was. A raised her hand and said "umm...I think it's a kind of hamburger."

The girls are pointing their fingers and saying "pew! pew!".

Me: Oh, are you shooting guns?

A (with an eye roll): No Mama, we're just using our fingers. They're not real guns.

A (praying): Thank you for the best day I ever saw!

Me: What made it the best?

A: Going to Molalla and walking around with the boys and with sticks!

Uncle J has A convinced that buffalos have wings.

Spent a miserable night with a sick little girl calling for me, for her juice and for grandpa to come play with her. She is so unhappy and achy. Fever got up to 102 last night, down to 100 this morning.

A: I'm feeling sick.

Me (thinking she's jealous of the attention a sick W got the last few days): Nah, I think you're fine.

A: Can you take my temperature?

Me: Alright, I'll take your temperature and prove to you that you're perfectly...oops 100.4, ok maybe you are actually sick.

A is on a baby animal kick. She just informed me that "When a baby seal comes to visit my house, we will play ring-around-the-rosie. And Blokus."

In addition to her usual prayers, A thanked Jesus for CrossFit and jump boxes tonight.

W is attempting to take Sorka's temperature with the thermoscan thermometer. I supposed I should be glad it's not the old kind...

Me to a very cranky A: "Don't laugh, A. A, don't laugh"

A: "Stop irritating me like Grandpa does!"

W has a croupy cough. I said "wow, I can hear our little seal".

A said "that's not a seal, it's our baby! Baby seals live in oceans."