Pigs

"Please do a story on my piggies" Anne said this morning. It took me a second but then I realized what she was asking so I did "This little piggy" for her. Then she tried. "This little piggy went to market... to market to buy a fat hog, this little piggy stayed home, um, jiggedy jog?" Grandma just taught her "To Market" last weekend, now I guess she knows what the little piggy was going to market for!

Last night she was putting an animal puzzle together and she asked me where the pink cow went.

Futons and croutons

Last night Anne was lying in bed while I was looking around the house for her Bible. She kept hollering ideas from bed for where it might be found. "Look upstairs and look on the bookcase, then look under the sofa and under the crouton."

If you read Tim's "Salad Days" post you know, she's a little confused.

Happy Birthday

Here's Anne's birthday song for Lydia.
(compiled from several songs: happy birthday, ring around the rosy, and give me that old time religion)

( sung by a three year old)
happy birthday
ring around the rosy
ring around the birthday
ring around the birthday
ring around the birthday
it's good enough for me

I will not ask

Lydia told me tonight, "Anne did a great job today."

Every night I get a "report" about how well behaved Anne was, and when she's especially good, we get her a treat somewhere.

Lydia and I just decided that we were going to let her have $10 to spend tonight at Walmart on either a new baby dolly, or something for her babies.

So we were talking by spelling...

"So do you want to g - o?"
"I was thinking about a b - a - b - y"
"W - a - l - m - a - r - t?"

When we were done, I told Lydia, "I want this to be a surprise"

Anne replies (in a small voice), "Ok, I will not ask about the surprise, what is it?"

"I'm not asking, what is it?"

What a snootertoot!

Daddy

As Tim was leaving for work this morning, Anne was waving to him; he was waving back.

She turned to me, and said,
"He's a nice daddy isn't he?"
"A little scary though."

The magic disappearing banana

Anne "ate" supper tonight at Nana's house, and I suspect that it wasn't as much as it should have been, even though I showed up and helped her eat a last few bites, it obviously wasn't enough.

She just ate an entire banana in under 90 seconds. Lydia and I were sitting here talking, and Lydia kept helping her peel the peel down a little farther, and then I realized it was gone.

I asked, "Did she just eat that banana in under 90 seconds?"
to which Lydia replied, "Uh, Yeah!"

I think the implication of her statement was that I, Dad, did not feed my girl enough tonight (Lydia was working)

I might resemble that.

Happy Birthday to my Baby!!!

Anne is playing in her bedroom very nicely right now, and I just heard her sing, at almost the top of her singing voice, "Happy Birthday to my baby! Happy Birthday to my baby! Happy Birthday to my baby!"

"Goodbye"

"Hi"

What a silly little thing.

Looks like...

Anne and I were getting ready to leave a minute ago. I said, "Now, I just have to see what my hair looks like" and I went into the bathroom. Anne said in the same tone, "Now, I just have to see what my hair looks like" and she went in to look in the bedroom mirror. A second later I hear, "Mhmm, looks like my hair."