Not Enough Fingers

Kaelyn was counting all of the people that she loves and misses when she doesn't see them. She was counting on her fingers. Her list went something like this . . .

Nana
Grandpa
Grandma
Grandpa
Aunt Lisa
Uncle John
Mary
Noelle
Ethan
Lauren

I added Aunt Meghan, Uncle Michael, Geoffrey, Aunt Laura, Uncle Chris, Joseph, Ryan, and Carly.

Kaelyn said "I miss them, too, but I don't have enough fingers for them!"

Asking for Food

This afternoon, we attended Playhouse Disney Live on Tour at the Memorial Coliseum. As usual, the vendors were out in force trying to sell overpriced souvenirs. At the end of the show, we told Kaelyn that we would take her to the Disney Store to buy Mickey and Minnie Mouse dolls (since they are much less expensive at the store than at the event).

We also complimented her on not asking for anything. She said "but I ask-ed for a hot dog." We said that she did ask for food, but that doesn't count -- we were proud of her for not asking for any toys. To which Kaelyn replied "yeah, but I still ask-ed for food 'cause I was really hungry."

We, again, told her that food doesn't count and that she could still get her Mickey and Minnie dolls. Kaelyn then said "fanks! I like not asking for anyfing!"

Focus

We were driving to lunch yesterday when Kaelyn asked if she had to take a nap when we got home. We told her that she needed to lay down when we got home, but she had a little time since we had some errands to run after lunch. Kaelyn started to cry and yell that she did not want to take a nap. Daddy told her not to worry about the nap right now, "just focus on what you're doing right now." Meaning, going to lunch. Kaelyn misinterpreted this and asked "crying?"

Daddy and I laughed, and Daddy told her, "no, going to lunch." Kaelyn replied "ok. I don't like to focus on crying anyway."

Feeling Bobby-ish

Yesterday, Kaelyn and I were listening to the ringtones on my new cell phone. I have a different ring tone for each of my "faves", and one of the ringtones is the theme from Dallas. As I played it and Kaelyn started to dance, she said "this is the Bobby Ewing song. It makes me feel Bobby-ish!"

You have got to love a four-year-old who knows all of the characters on Dallas!

Great-Grandpa Turkey Neck

Yesterday, Kaelyn and I were driving to an appointment and she was talking to herself in the eback seat. One of the comments that I heard came out of the blue -- "Grandpa's father had a turkey neck. Gobble! Gobble! Gobble!"

I was talking to my mother later in the evening and repeated Kaelyn's comment to her. Mom told me that during a recent visit to my Dad's aunt and uncle, Kaelyn asked the uncle about his "waddle" under his chin. Kaelyn asked if it was a "turkey neck".

It turns out that Kaelyn was confused about the relationship between Grandpa and his uncle. I explained the relationship to her and told her that her turkey neck commment was hilarious. She ran around the house gobbling like a turkey for the next few minutes.

Ahhh, memories!

I'm a Real Arfur

Kaelyn wrote a story with Dora the Explorer stickers and a pencil today. After she read her story to me, she stated that she was "a real live arfur". It took me a minute to understand that she was saying "author". Who knows, maybe she will grow up to be a world famous arfur.

Her story was fabulous, by the way!

Looking Like a Rainbow

Friday night, Kaelyn and I decided to have ice cream for dinner. This is something that we do occasionally during high school football season because Daddy does not get to come home for dinner. He has to stay at work and direct The Score.

Anyway, Kaelyn and I headed to Dairy Queen for some ice cream. Kaelyn had a chocolate kid-sized cone in a cup with rainbow sprinkles and I ordered a butterscotch dilly bar and a cherry arctic slush. Then, we headed home to eat our "dinner". I don't know what the problem was, but I kept spilling the arctic rush on my pajama shirt. I changed my shirt and spilled arctic rush on my new shirt!

I said to Kaelyn, "look what I did -- I spilled on my new shirt! I look like a mess!" To which Kaelyn replied, "Mom, you don't look like a mess -- you look like a rainbow! I wish I could look like a rainbow. I love rainbows!"

I guess one person's mess is another person's rainbow -- it's all in your perspective.

New Church Shoes

Last week, Kaelyn and I were at Target and I showed her a pair of patent-leather shoes that I want to get her to wear to church.

Yesterday, she came out wearing a pair of her dress-up shoes and said "hey, Mom, you don't have to buy me new church shoes. I'll just wear these!"

I didn't have the heart to tell her that I am still planning on buying the shoes at Target.