Overheard on the baby monitor

"Hey bear! Why are you kicking yourself? Why are you kicking yourself? Are you mad at yourself? Are you? Are you mad at yourself? Why are you kicking yourself?"

This went on for at least 15 minutes. I'm a bad mother.

Oh sugah!

My kid is sounding more like an old southern woman by the day...I have no idea why. At a restaurant the other night, we were eating dinner and this kid at the table next to us dropped his cookie on the floor and it broke. Hannah perked up, made a swatting motion with her hand and loudly declared at the boy, "Don't worry honey, that happens sometimes!"

His mom and I just about lost it.

Daddy Letter #2

Dear Daddy,

I love you Daddy. I went to the Aquarium. I sawed seals! I saw penguins! I sawed jellyfish! I sawed Myrtle the Turtle! I sawed a ray! I ride on the train - I ride on the orange train and then the blue train!

I want to tell you a story about aquariums. One day, there was an aquarium. One day something happened to this balloon and then the sun camed out and that's the story. Was that a good story?

Love,

Hannah

*She drew a picture of a blue balloon on this one.

Hannah's first letter to her dad

Hannah's dad started basic training a couple of weeks ago. Below is a transcript of her first letter to him, haha.

"Dear Daddy,

I love you Daddy. Today I went to the mall and I rode on a spaceship. I got my hair cut. I made fall decorations with Mommy. I want to tell you a story about a monster. Once upon a time there was an old monster and she said "Rarrrr!" Then she knocked on the door and there was a ladybug with a flower on her. That's the story. There are no more stories left.

Love, Hannah"

She traced a picture of a brontosaurus on the bottom.

ohhhh, it's new

Hannah: "Hey Mommy...you know what my favorite kind of dinosaur is?"
Me: "No, what?"
Hannah: "A lion."
Me: "haha, well, a lion isn't a dinosaur sweetie."
Hannah: "Oh yeah? Well, you know what my favorite kind of dinosaur is?"
Me: "No, what is it?"
Hannah: "My favorite kind of dinosaur is a new kind of dinosaur and it's called a lion dinosaur."

Yeah, that's about right

"Hey Mama, watch this!"

Hannah proceeds to do some crazy baby pseudo break-dance move, then stands back up, beaming.

"Can you do that?"

"Nope, I'm afraid Mommy just can't do that honey, haha."

"Oh. Cause you're old?"

"Yup."

I've never felt so bad about a fly

Hannah just came into my office with her hands held out and a small dead housefly displayed:

Hannah: Mommy? This fly got a little bit hurt on his wings.
Me: Yes, he did. That's too bad, but I think maybe we should go put him in the trashcan.
Hannah: Oh...yeah. That's cause he got a little bit dead, huh?
Me: Yeah...that happens sometimes. Flies don't live very long like people do.

Hannah brings him out to the kitchen and pauses in front of the trashcan.

Hannah: Mommy? I don't think this fly wants to go in the trashcan. I think he wants to go to his home.
Me: Yeah...ok baby, let's put him outside.