- Vera: Mom, can we go to China?
- Me: Maybe someday.
- Vera: Why can't we go today?
- Me: Remember how it's on the other side of the world? We'd have to fly on a plane all night to get there.
- Vera: Yeah, and we could drink ginger ale and ginger ale again and again the whole way.
- (She equates air travel with ginger ale...just like her mama)
OMG! Vera, her cousin, my step-brother, and I are on an episode of House Hunters from Mardi Gras 2011! Click the link and watch in the first minute, you’ll see Vera, McCullough, and Austin on a ladder, then around 3:45, you’ll see me on the ladder with the girls! They are both almost-bald little 15 to 18-month-olds wearing purple gingham Mardi Gras dresses. So fun!
A friend randomly sent me the link today.
- Vera: That girl is my friend now. Maybe we can have a sleepover o e day.
- Mama: Maybe so.
- Vera: Her grandpa was handsome. He had a bald head.
- Vera: When I'm 5, I want a princess ice cream cake.
- Mama: Ooh, fun! What do you want when you're 4?
- Vera: I told you I wanted a princess cookie cake!
- Mama: Oh, I forgot.
- Well, the time when I could chose whatever theme/cake-style for Vera's birthday has passed. As much as I tried to prolong the inevitable, we've reached princess-time. Whomp Whomp. (And cookie cake to boot! What is she trying to do to me?! Haha).
Highlight of my morning: Vera’s imitation of me putting on Spanx.
I’m not sure what it is about being in Dville, but Wesley went 7.5 hours between feedings the past two nights! Let’s hope this continues when we get home!
- Vera: (sneaks out of bed while I'm sweeping the kitchen)
- Mama: go to bed, Vera!
- Vera: Thank you for sweeping, Mama...so we don't have roaches crawling everywhere. And then I'll have to step on them and...
- Mama: (cutting her off) You're welcome, Vera. Go to bed!!
- Clever girl...she picked a compliment so she wouldn't get in trouble. I love her choice of example. I always give roaches as a reason why we shouldn't walk around with food. Ha!
- It's sweet how she thanks me for cleaning. The other day, after I cleaned her bathroom, she said, "Thanks, Mom! It smells like lemons and oranges!"