Hot Neck

Shae's obsessed with my "hot neck" as she calls it... she likes to press her face to my neck and tuck her cold hands under my chin to warm up. 

Today:

Shae:  I love your hot neck. *presses her hands to my neck*

Me:  I love your cold hands.

Shae:  *presses face into my neck and breathes in* You smell good.  You smell like mommy.

Me:  That's really sweet, Shae!

Shae: *pulls away, cocks a hip and flips up her hand in a "whaddaya gonna do?" pose*  I got some boogies on your neck... but that's okay.  Right?  Right.

Who Needs Cake?

Shae and I were splitting the last V Day cupcake in the house... she licks all the icing off and says, "Can I have piiiiiiiickles?  Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots.  Okay?"

Not my kid.  IT'S CUPCAKE!  What is WRONG WITH YOU? 

I did help her out and eat the rest of hers though... (yup, even licked clean.  Hee.)

Missed You!

Me:  I missed you piles today, Shae.

Shae:  I missed your hot neck.


THEN SHE STUCK HER FREEZING HANDS DOWN MY SHIRT. 

I'm so handy.

Oh Dear God.

So, I think I posted before how my favorite conversations with Shae tend to be the "just after the alarm" conversations...right?  Well, we had a doozy this morning.

Shae - That's your chest.  It has hearts in there.  Riiiiiiiight (places hand on middle of chest) there.

Me - Yup!  That's where my heart is.

Shae - And heart have kisses there.

Me - No, but heart make me want to give you kisses.  You know what else is in chests?  Lungs.

Shae - Yeah, lung-ez.

Me - They fill with air.  Feel my lungs work (hand on chest - deep breathing and exhale). 

Shae - And I have a belly. 

Me - Yes, and in your belly is a stomach.  What goes in your stomach.

Shae - Food.

Me - Right.  What's under your belly?

Shae - My belly button.

Me - Yeah, and also your bowels.  Food gooes from your stomach to your bowels and gets turned into poop.

Shae - Like magic.  That's magic, right? 

Me - Sorta.  Then where does poop go?

Shae - In the toilet. 

Me - Yeah, out your bum and in the toilet.

Shae - But we don't have penises.

Me - No.

Shae - And we don't eat penises.

*insert mom's GIANT BELLY LAUGH AND HORROR FACE ALL AT ONCE!*

Me - For sure NOT.  We NEVER EAT PENISES.   What are penises for?

Shae - For standing up and peeing.  It gets pee on the seat. 

Me - Yeah, boys are messy.

Shae - Yeah.

Me - Aaaaaaanyway, it's time to get up.


I'm A TINY BIT concerned about what conversations she may be having at daycare today...

It Was An Accident

Shae: It was an accident.

Me: It was not an accident.

Shae: Sometimes accidents DON'T HAPPEN.

Me: Right, when it's not an accident, its ON PURPOSE.

Shae: It was an accident. When accidents happen, you don't get trouble.

Me: Right. But that wasn't an accident.

Shae: It was an accident.




There goes accountability...

Dinner and a Movie

Dinner...








Takes...






For....




Ev...






Er...





At our house.  An eternity.   An everloving eon.

 

(Craptacular audio... but you get the gist.)

Movie Date

Beauty and The Beast  in 3D with Hanna - I love this photo!  They look so grown up!  I can see them at the movies in 15 years too (sans mommies, of course)!  Holy Exclamation Marks!