Rainy Days

We've had lots of rainy days here in Georgia lately (including a tornado that ripped through downtown Atlanta wreaking havoc on my husband's office, OY!!). Indoor play has been the name of the game around here...I am attempting to record what I overhear in my children's conversations as they play upstairs.


L: hee, hee, hee (laughing)
C: What's making you do that?
L: Let's show that to Mommy.
C: Look at me, Mommy (with hands on forhead making faces)
Me: What a silly face!
L,C: {giggles, giggles}

L: Let's go make more sillies.
C: OK, L(says his name with the -y added like she does often), let's go.
L: {laughing} apparently it is hilarious when someone puts their hands on their forehead
C: I'm all done with that, L.
C is now playing in the playroom area instead of in L's room.
L: What are you doing?
C: The baby is hungry. This food isn't for you.
L: What was that noise? {weedeater outside}
C: It was just me with the plate.
L: Do it again. Do it when I go to the bathroom. walks off. Ok, I'm there. Make that noise again.
C: Ok, I know. I made that noise.
L: Coming out of his room again RRRRAHHH.
C: AHH. Now look what you've made me do. GO PLAY SOMEWHERE ELSE. My baby's party is ruined. You are not my friend.
L: That's not nice C.
C: I know. I'm sorry. We can be best friends, OK, L? Ok? Ok, L?
L: Hey, look, I found something.
C: What is it? What? Oh, my little kitty thing.
L: Can you help me get it?
C: Ok, I'll help you.
L: If you be really good and try to help me I'll give you this. C, I'm going to see if I can get it for you.
C: Well, I'm hiding now. Let's play hide-n-seek. You have to count.
L: I don't want to. I'm trying to get your key.
C: I'm hiding. Find me.
L: Look, C. I got it.
C: Can I have it. Thank you. It's so pretty.
L: Are you glad to have it back.
C: Umm,hmm. Thank you so much.
L: What's that?
C: I ruined it.
L: So you don't want it? Do you mind if I ruin it too? (tears some paper)
C: NO, no, no,no. You can. You can do that, L. Thanks for finding my pretty key.

Off to do whatever it is that they are doing together. Now I hear them in her room playing house. He's Daddy. She's Mommy. Apparently, this Mommy has to go to T-ball--and announce it over and over and over. And the Daddy's job is a basketball player (shortest pro-player ever). Every few minutes, they go back to the house and talk. Here's the conversation I just overheard:

C: Is the game over?
L: It's just started.
C: Well, L-y, this is the house. (Said How-ouse--she's got some kind of southern drawl).
L: I know.
C: Is the game over now L-y?
L: Yes.
C: Oh, well welcome to my ballerina dance at our house.

Off they run into the bonus room that they call their gym. Funny babies.


I feel like these days go so fast. I just don't want to forget how well they play together. She often tells people he's her best friend...and melts my heart when she does.