"Myself"

Here are some funny things the children are saying or doing:

While on the p*otty, C always wants me to read or tell her a story. She says, "Would you read a mag-zen? I love you to read myself a story."

Still saying "lellow" for yellow...Although now she corrects herself sometimes...sniff, sniff!

They both loved the honeysuckle we found. We call it God's candy.

She also still says stistah for sister. I love that! She has the "Li*ttlest P*et S*hop" animals and she wants all the animals she has to have a "bruddah and a stistah." Just like life as she knows it. She also puts all the animals into bead before naptime. Every. Single. Day.
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At a wedding for Z's lifelong friend over the weekend in Alabama, C got so mad a L for not wanting to dance with her on the dance floor. Finally, he stood out there for a few minutes while she "got down." Then, claiming the music was too loud, he left. (It was, by the way.)

Much later, we were getting the kiddos settled to enjoy some (more) wedding cake at a table. Z was holding C and a drink and cake, so he put her down a couple feet away from where I was with L and Nana getting L settled. Z told C to run to Mommy. She looked at me, saw where I was, said my name (which I didn't hear b/c of the music), and took off in my direction. Z then took his eyes off of her to squeeze through a few chairs while balancing the things he was carrying.

When he arrived at the table (no more than a few seconds later), I asked him where C was. He thought I was joking and looked under the table. I said, "She was with you. She never came here." He immediately started looking, and I could see the panic in his eyes. For whatever reason, the panic didn't arise in me so fast. I calmly looked out the window that overlooked the patio where the dance floor was and there she was. Her little white hair bow was bounding down the steps through the crowd to the dance floor. She was getting her groove on without a care in the world. She was the only one on the dance floor, but she didn't care. I called out to Z and Nana where she was and they took the steps about 3 at a time--I don't even know if Z used the steps. He may have jumped down to get to her quicker. I could see them reach her, and her daddy scooped her up in a big hug. Oh, how precious...and quick she is!

By the way, the whole time we're looking for her, she has her brother panicked. "Where's my baby sister? Did something happen to her?" He loves her so much!
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During the ceremony, L was so excited to be able to see "The Duffner," which is one of Z's nicknames for his buddy, come out. Then, he could hardly wait to hear the chimes and see the princess come out (Haley). C was sitting with her Daddy (of course). Before the ceremony began, she said, "Uh-oh, Daddy. There's no stay-uz (stairs for those without her drawl). The princesses always come down the stay-uz."

They both did a great job during the ceremony, and after it was over, C took it upon her self to wave and say a little something to the bride and groom and all the attendants as they exited during the recessional. Too cute!

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Z and I both coming from opposite ends of the house head upstairs early yesterday morning because all we can hear is C screaming, "I don't like Hotwheels. I DO NOT LIKE THAT ONE." Of course, we also hear her signature footstomping, too. We can hear L saying something, but it sounds muffled. We arrive in L's bathroom to find him trying his best to get her to brush her teeth or let him do it. She doesn't like the Hotwheels toothpaste, though, so she' s having none of that! He tries to hard to take care of her! :)