{Good to Know}

While I was making pancakes this morning, Olivia marched into the kitchen to inform me, "Mom, I do like witches. I just don't like fat witches."

{Wanted: Unicorn}

Today at Target, Olivia informed me she wants two pets and challenged me to guess which two. Thinking she of course meant a kitten and a puppy, I decided to give her outrageous guesses, "Ummm...a hippopotamus and a walrus....a giraffe and a penguin....a lion and a orangoutang."  After a few of my silly guesses, she tired of me and insisted she just tell me the two pets.

"A Kitten and a Unicorn!" She exclaimed.

"OH! A kitten and a unicorn huh? Where do you even buy a unicorn?" I asked, because I really wanted to know.

Olivia looked at me like I had just asked the stupidest question on the planet, rolled her eyes and responded in her all-too-familiar exasperated voice, "JEEESUUUUS!"

Jesus. I should have known.

Update: While telling this to Julie, we were informed by James that the scriptures mention unicorns 8 times. A quick search on LDS.org indeed pulled up several references, including this one from Psalm 92:10 "But my horn shalt thou exalt like the horn of an unicorn: I shall be anointed with fresh oil."


So maybe Jesus is the one I should see about a unicorn after all.

{#1 Sister}

Today while driving to get Will's hair cut, I asked him who he was going to invite to his upcoming birthday party. We are going to a place where they do indoor skydiving and since it's pretty pricey, he has to keep his guest list down to just four friends.  Will rattled off the list of friends he wanted to invite and Olivia got really sad.

"He's not even going to invite me to his party mommy!" she cried, from the backseat.

"Yes I am!" Will exclaimed.  "You're the number one person on my list! I want you to come to my birthday party more than I want anyone else!"

That did the trick. She was happy and I was crying. This was one of those days I just savored the thought that I've done something right as their mommy.

{Sign of the Times} - *NEW & UPDATED*

Today in primary, our good friend Rocky Garff gave the bishopric message to the children and asked them how God communicates with us. Will answered, "Sign language!" and felt adamently that he was correct.

Later, after church, I asked him, "Will, how does God talk to us?" He answered, "The Scriptures and through the Holy Ghost after we pray to him.  Well, actually, I thought Sign Language & that wasn't the right answer.  I just thought you know, maybe we could see just his hands in our head - not his body- just his hands and he could use Sign Language to talk to us."

Update: I later found out that Rocky started off his talk by having the kids do a silent version of Simon Says where he just did things like putting his hands on his head or over his mouth or touching his shoulders. He didn't say anything, but wanted to see if the kids would follow him. He then asked, "Why do you think I did those things?" Will answered, "So you could have us follow you and have you control us." 


He cracks me up!  It did make more sense why his mind was thinking Sign Language after learning about Rocky's "object lesson".

{Mommy Maker}

Last night as I was cuddling with Will, he asked me to tell him something I had never told him before. I was stumped. I tried to think of something, but the only things that came to mind were kind of weird, so finally, I just said, "When I was a little girl, I wanted to grow up and be a mommy." Will got excited and said, "And I made you a mommy! My work is done."

{You're only as old as you feel}

While standing in line for dinner at DisneyLand, Will noticed a teenager in line with a Perry the Platapus shirt (a character from his favorite Disney Show, Phineas & Ferb). He excitedly called out, "Hey! Perry!" and immediately started talking to them about the show and how much he loves it. Phil teasingly said to him, "Isn't that show a little old for you?"  Will's quick reply, "No! That show never gets old!"

{Sarcasm inherited}

Towards the end of a fun-filled and tiring day at DisneyLand, Olivia started to whine and/or cry over every little thing. While we were standing in a long line awaiting a ride, she started up again and Will said to Phil, "Hey - I've got a fun idea for a ride. How about we stand around and listen to Olivia cry really loud all night. (pause) Dad? What's that word that means you say something but you really mean the opposite?"