Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Today is my Daddy's birthday. We went to dinner at Wingers because that was one of his favorite places when he visited. Funny, I know. It's become our tradition to celebrate his birthday this way, and be able to share stories and remember him. Matisyn was born just three days before his birthday, and we had promised him if she was a boy, the baby would have the middle name Patrick just like him, especially since her birthday was so close to St Patrick's Day too. He was so proud and excited to meet her. I wonder what he thinks now, of both the girls. I like to think he knows them, and that he isn't missing out, even though I miss him being here with us.

Matisyn was into St Patrick's Day today because she learned all about it at preschool. She was telling me about how the leprechauns are scared of children, how much they love green, and how they hid green cookies for her and her friends at school. To celebrate we made green pancakes for breakfast and ate them with green grapes. As is normal these days, Emilyn out ate Matisyn, but Matisyn still loved the green theme. I love to see how excited little things like green pancakes make her these days. Holidays are so much fun with her.

Appreciate Emilyn's hair from a few different angles. I've been asked if it is just sticking up because she slept on it. . . no, this is how it looks with a bottle of gel, right after a bath, after a nap, etc. There is no controlling the stick-up! I don't know what to do with it, because I was able to put pigtails in Matisyn's hair months before this point. She gets comments on her hair everywhere we go!


Matisyn Quotes:

"The people will not let me on the airplane if I'm nakie." Very true, Matisyn, very true. Not sure where this came from, but leave it up to Matisyn's mind to go there!

"Let's do a celebrate party with a fruit bowl." What that meant is that she wanted me to cut up lots of different kinds of fruit and put them all in different bowls. I drew the line at three different kinds, but she still told me that was reason enough to have a celebrate party.

When I was gone on Saturday Matt and Matisyn watched some Star Wars. Matisyn was glued to the screen and is a big fan now. She walks around calling herself a Jedi and waving her light saber. Her and her Daddy were having a duel when I got home. Here are some of her comments:
"If you take my sword I'm going to die you again."
"You will not die me. I have the power."
"You aren't going to get me now."
"I'm using the force, Daddy."




"Mommy, Chutchy wants to lick the paints." Which is really code for she wants to lick the paints herself. Chutchy is her imaginary friend, for those of you that don't know. There is a pretend Chutchy and a real one. The real one is her doll and the pretend one is her imaginary friend.

Extra Thoughts:

Just thought I'd share a few adventures from the past month. I don't have pictures for these because, well just because it wasn't appropriate or possible for any of them.

The other day my wedding ring was missing from the spot I always leave it on my dresser. I went to put it on on Friday evening and it was gone. I wasn't positive, but I was 95% sure I had left it there. We started drilling Matisyn about what she had done with it, because she likes to climb up there and get into things she shouldn't. She was so convincing that she hadn't touched it, that I actually started to believe I had lost it myself. We ended up going out, and continued to ask Matisyn about it through the night. She continued to deny any involvement. The next morning she came and crawled into bed with us. Matt just took a chance and asked one more time if she had seen my ring. Very calmly she said, "Well there might be a shiny, pretty thing under your bed." Sure enough, using a flashlight we found my shiny, pretty wedding ring under the bed. I'm pretty sure that proves the guilty party, but she is still not confessing to the crime!

She also got into the paring knives. We have all the knives locked up, except for just a few little ones I keep in the drawer and use multiple times a day. She has never touched them or even showed any interest in them, so I've never been worried. The other day I came downstairs after putting Emilyn to bed and her hands were dripping with blood. She had climbed up, gotten a banana, taken out a knife and proceeded to cut it into pieces by herself. By the time I found her, the banana was red and divided into about 5 parts. She had slit her hands in a couple of places, but it looked worse than it was. I just felt scared of what could have happened and grateful that it didn't. After we got her all fixed up she said, "You know Mommy, you really never should have let me cut that banana by myself." Again, such good advice. I'll try to remember not to let my three year old cut her own banana next time!

In Emilyn news, she is starting to show a little attitude herself. She is becoming a biter while nursing. Tonight when she started to bite, I jumped and said a firm "no." Instead of being shocked or upset by that she swung her arm up and hit me in the face. Then she laughed. It seems a little early to voice her opinion so boldly, but my children don't seem to have a problem being assertive. I wonder where they get that from?!!!


Here is some proof of what I was trying to show with my last post. I surprised Emilyn with the camera so she wasn't able to smile before I snapped the pictures. I had the nerve to try and cook dinner, so she was crawling around, climbing up my leg, begging for my attention.