Monday, September 14, 2009

Out of the mouths...

Upon finding Ellie curled on the couch in the den by herself Sunday afternoon, pacifier in mouth, hand on head twirling hair, she removes paci, looks up at me through her long lashes and says, "I just need some a-yone time."

(Ellie's "l"s are often pronounced as a y: e.g., a-yone, hel-yo)

This morning, my first morning greeting, Henry attached to the boob, no coffee yet, 7:37am; Ellie walks down the stairs:

In her sweetest, most loving voice, "Is today a yoyyipop day? I took a Goooooood rest."

Meanest mother on the face on the planet, "Sweetie, we need to have breakfast before thinking about lollipops..".

Bursts into tears, "Noooo, nooooo, NO!" and climbs back up stairs to hide behind rocking chair in Ellie and Quinn's room. (as reported by Chris who was still on queen sized air mattress on floor of their room)

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