"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."

~Robert Frost

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The Best of Facebook 2013, Part 2

Just copying these quotes over from Facebook is getting me excited to start blogging again in the new year. It's been so long since I've blogged with any sort of regularity. I've missed it and I have a lot of things to work through in writing, as well as just trying to keep up with the fast pace of my crazy growing girls, so I don't forget and lose all these fun memories! Anyway...here is Part 2. :)


Ashley, holding up a ladybug: "I have a little friend!"

Bethany, holding up a drowned black bug: "And I have a little...dead friend!"

The ultimate in non-discrimination.


Bethany, singing at the top of her lungs: "I'm living in a Cheerio world, because I am a Cheerio girl!"

No offense, Madonna, but I like Bethany's lyrics better.


Ashley: "Hannah, I'm so glad that I didn't accidentally kill you, and to show you that I'm sorry that I almost did, I'm giving you my peacock feather!"

There are some things a mother should just NOT overhear.


Hannah, looking into her water cup: "Oh no, my fishies can't breathe in all this water and they are all drowning!"

I just...it's not...I don't even know where to start with that sentence.


Hannah: "I have never been run over by a car, not once in my life! That's why I'm not dead."


Bethany, eagerly: "Mummy, I've figured out what my gift is! It's blowing up balloons!"

As she held up the inflated balloon as proof, her fingers slipped and it flew away, zigzagging through the room as the air whooshed out of it. She stared after it in silence for a moment, then amended solemnly,

"Or maybe it's playing the violin. I haven't tried that yet, but it's probably easier."


Hannah: "I'm sorry to tell you this, Mummy, but you are starting to look pretty old."

Me: "Oh my...is that a bad thing?"

Hannah, matter-of-factly: "Yes, because it means you are getting ready to die."

Happy Thursday to me!


Bethany, fighting tears of indignation: "Ashley says that if I don't do everything she tells me to do, I can NEVER be a flying yak!"

Oh bitter, bitter life.


When does a happy face not inspire happiness? When it is carved into the dining room table with a thumb tack!


Hannah's build-a-bear, whom she calls her daughter, had a baby yesterday. Meet Bluebird.

This thing keeps following me around the house and, in a suspiciously Hannah-like voice, saying, "Hi, Great Grandma!" "I love you, Great Grandma!"


Hannah, casually as I turn around: "Hey Mummy, I just found out that I'm pregnant!"


For the record, it is a balloon. And she is never allowed to have a balloon again.

Ashley, sweetly: "Just so you know, Mummy, I wouldn't love you more if you were dead. I love you a lot even when you're alive!"

Ah yes...family. Where they love you even when you're alive.


Sleeping in this morning resulted in my opening my eyes to find three anxious little faces inches away, peering intensely into mine. Instantly there arose a shout of glee, "She is conscious! She's alive!"

Equal parts terrifying and comforting.


Hannah hugged me at bedtime and told me, "I love you more than you love me!"

"No, you can't possibly!" I teased her. "I love you more because my heart is bigger than yours!"

She thought for a moment and then agreed. "Everything about you is bigger. Your arms are bigger, and your tummy is bigger, and your legs are bigger, and your waist is bigger, and..."

Yeah. Just the big heart would have been enough, thanks, darlin'.


"What...this isn't my seat?"

Little scamp!

Ashley, whispering: "Don't tell God, but I am going to make Him a surprise birthday present!"

I'm...not quite sure that will work the way she is picturing. But she is so sweet about it that I agreed to do my part to keep the secret by not telling God. ;)


Things I never knew I would say to my children, #8,562: "Girls, I shouldn't be hearing anyone yell, 'So long, suckers!!' while you are decorating gingerbread men."

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