Monday, January 30, 2012


I definitely just heard her say, "Sorry, diapers.  I'm sorry.  We have to go to preschool."

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Sorry to disappoint

As is her custom, when Rosie woke up this morning, she stood at the top of the steps bellowing, "Mooooooooommmy!"  Today her father was the first to arrive on the scene, and when Rosie saw him, she said, "Oh, it's you."

Monday, January 23, 2012


Rosie wanted me to put batteries in the walkie talkies, and I told her we didn't have any (which may have been slight fabrication on my part, but she doesn't know this).

She said, "What am I gonna do with you?"

Thursday, January 19, 2012


Rosie was wearing one of her new dresses, and Poppy told her, "That's a pretty dress, Rosie, where did you get it?"

Her answer: "On the hanger."

Monday, January 16, 2012

If it looks like a duck...

Bright and early this morning (well, not bright, because the sun was not up yet), I heard the stirrings of my children, so I got up and started making a bottle.  Rosie came to the gate at the top of the stairs and began a series of shrieks, so from the kitchen I called up to her, "Rosie, no shrieking."  Then she went into Zack's room and told him, "Zack, that sounds like Mommy!!!"

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

We've come so far...

My brother asked Rosie what she wanted to be when she grows up.  She didn't really understand, so I asked her if she might like to be a nurse like her aunt or a teacher like Mommy.  She said no.  My brother asked her if she would like to be a meteorologist like he is (because she definitely knows what that is, right?).

As if the answer were clearly obvious, Rosie told us, "No, I'm gonna be a princess."  I guess she won't be campaigning for women's rights anytime soon.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Not one to be left out

I was changing Zack's diaper while Rosie was in the other room.  I was making faces at him, and he was laughing up a storm.  Rosie heard us laughing together, so she came into the room and asked, "What's so funny in here?"

Monday, January 2, 2012

Super Why drawings

An artist I am not.  I know this.  My daughter does not.  She was sitting on my lap, happily scribbling on a notepad with a pen.  And then she says, "Mommy, can you draw Super Why?"

I immediately thought, "No, I do not possess that capability, so the answer is 'No.  I cannot.'"  Yeah, tell that to a two-year-old.  So I told her I would try.  I scribbled something that remotely resembled a human (which is interesting, because I'm not so sure Super Why is actually human.  I mean, he flies his Why Flyer into a book to change the ending.  Alas, I digress).

Naturally, that was not sufficient for her.  Next, "Now do Wonder Red!"  Really???  Okay, fine.

"And Alpha Pig?"  Now a pig?  Ugh.

"And the Why Flyers?"  Yeah, right.  Okay, I'll draw one.

"And the other ones?"  Yeah, I'm done..... "Hey, Rosie, isn't that Curious George on the television?"

 The End.

Dear Rosie

Dear Rosie,
Thank you for taking 70 - that's right, 70! - blurry pictures of your toys/the floor/nothing with my camera phone.  It won't take me long at all to delete them (not!).