{Imagining the Golden Years}

I sent Will & Olivia downstairs to play while I made dinner.  Will just came upstairs to update me on their playing:

Mom, do you want to know what we are playing right now?

What?

We're playing "Mom & Dad". We're pretending it's my birthday.  I'm 73 years old.  Hey Olivia! I'm really tired...we should go take our nap! Mom! Olivia is 62.  Bye! We're going back down to our playing!

{Counting is a Circus}

Today during a trip to Costco, Will and Olivia were wowing me with their counting abilities.  Will can count to over 200 - and wanted to show me....again.  When he finished, he said, "Aren't I amazing? I should be in the circus!"

{Boys...already?}

This year, Olivia discovered boys. At age 3. I know. We're in trouble.  At our house, it's "Walker this...Walker that....Walker Walker Walker."

Yesterday, I was talking to Will about a birthday present for his friend Charlie. I decided the gift we planned to give him was better suited for a boy Olivia's age, so I said, "Let's keep this to give to one of Olivia's boy friends from school."

From the other room I hear Olivia say, "OH! you mean Walker!"  

"I mean your friends that are boys."  To which she replied, "OH! you mean Roger."

Help me.

{New Olivia-isms}

Oh how I wish I had hidden cameras to capture all of these moments on tape because they are so funny in person!  But, here are a few things Olivia has been saying around the house:

Yikes!

OH! I get it! I understand what you're talking about....

Are you kidding me? or You've got to be freaking kidding me! (wonder where she got that one) 

Seriously?

{Because...}

Will got upset at me today when I wouldn't let him watch Charlie & the Chocolate Factory (Johnny Depp version) right after school (we set it to record just before leaving for school and I told him he could watch it later) and exclaimed out of frustration, "Why are you trying to ruin my life?!"

{Beauty Temperature}

This morning I went to get my glasses in our bathroom before heading downstairs to get Olivia some cereal for breakfast and caught a startling view of myself in the mirror.  My hair was sticking up on one side in a way you usually only see on drunk people or toddlers.  I laughed and said aloud, "Wow. I'm hot."  Olivia looked at me and retorted, touching her own hair, "Wow. I'm cold."