Friday, April 22, 2011

April

Happy birthday, Hannah!


Hannah wanted everyone to celebrate her fifth birthday. She even put a party hat sticker on Jesus.


Hannah was thrilled to be in her first gymnastics meet.




Abby posed for pictures with her sister afterward:


Before we leave the house, I always tell the girls to go to the bathroom. The other day was no exception. As Abby ran to the bathroom, I heard her call, "Mom! Sometimes when you tell me to go pee-pee, I just come in here and stand for a little bit and then come back out. But I'm really going this time!"

Abby had her dental check-up while Hannah looked on:



Abby has decided that she might want to be a dentist. She thinks they charge too much money, however, and vows to charge only one dollar for a checkup. "If I have 100 people in a day, that'll be 100 dollars a day!"

Do you ever take off your clothes at the end of the day, turn over your jeans, and wonder exactly how long you were walking around with a sticker on your bum that says, "Quack, quack, honk"?

Abby was a butterfly in the school play:


After church one day, Hannah was "reading" her handouts. Since she was in the back of the car, and I was driving, I couldn't see what she was looking at.
"Mom," she said, "today at church, here's what we learned." She shuffled her papers and began reading. "Things that will kill you." ?? Pause. "Birds." Pause. "Flowers." I was thoroughly confused until I finally saw the paper. It proclaimed, "He is Risen!" (I think she must have listened to the first part of the story and tuned out on the risen part.)

Hannah told me that on my next birthday, I will be older and I’m going to get bigger. “But not all of you is going to get bigger. Not your head. Just your belly and your mouth.” When I asked her why those parts would get bigger, she said, “Because Daddy’s older than you and he has a big mouth and a big belly.”

Mike told me that he has a meeting on Sunday. “That’s Mother’s Day,” I replied. He later told me that his automatic thought was, “So? My mom doesn’t even live here!”

I was in another room when I overheard this conversation:

Mike: You got a new ball!

Hannah: Yes, but you can’t kick it, Daddy.

Mike: Why?

Abby: Because I kicked it and it hit Hannah in the face, so Mommy said no more kicking.

Mike: Oh, well that’s a rule for you kids, not for Daddy.

(Five seconds later, I hear a crash.)

Girls: Daddy! That’s why you’re not supposed to kick the ball!

Mike: Don’t tell Mommy!


Hannah makes me a love letter:

Abby is learning that the letter Q is always followed by a U. One day, she complained of her stomach and head hurting. “First my stomach hurts and then my head starts hurting! Every time! It’s like my tummy is the Q and my head is the U!”

The girls asked, "Mom, what's Easter about, again?" I explained that it's when Jesus rose from the dead. Abby asked, "And we get candy for that?" I began to say that while we do get candy on Easter, it's not related to the actual meaning of Easter. Abby cut me off by using the same words with a different inflection. "And we get candy for that!"

Hannah wishes y'all a happy Easter! (Writing an 's' can be so tricky!)

Whenever the girls see Mike and me hugging, they run to join us. One morning, they ran in as usual. I wasn’t sure what was going on with two little squirmy bodies. I heard Hannah start crying and realized she was stuck between us. Abby cried, “You’re squishing her with your big bellies!”