I took the girls on a hike in a nearby nature park last night. At one point, Olivia spotted a large nest, high in the trees…
Me: “What kind of bird do you think lives in that nest?”
Ava: “Eagles?”
Olivia: “PARROTS.”
Archive for the ‘Overheard’ Category
29 Aug
Overhead: Smith family edition
Olivia, talking about a dog hanging out at swimming lessons tonight: “Why is that dog sad? Where is his mommy?”
Swim instructor: “He’s not sad, he’s ornery.”
Rebecca: “Hmmm. Sounds like someone I know. Do you know anyone else who’s ornery, Liv? Hmmm?”
Olivia: “Wyatt.”
3 Aug
Overheard: A plan I can get behind!
Ava: Mom, when I am finally old enough to go out on my own, I am going to leave this house, and then walk and walk and walk until I find the people that make Dora the Explorer. And then, when I find them, I am going to tell them to stop. Because this is terrible.
13 Jun
Overheard: All about eyeballs
Olivia has a new obsession of late. See below.
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Bec: “Let’s try really hard to have a good morning. No screaming, no crying, no fits.”
Olivia: “And no poking each other in the eyeballs.”
Bec: “Right, especially that . . .”
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Bec: “I love your cute little nose, and I love your your scraped knees and I love the dimples where your knuckles should be.”
Olivia, prying her eyelids as wide as they will go (which is surprisingly, and somewhat alarmingly, wide): “Do you love . . . MY EYEBALLS?!”
16 Apr
Overheard…er, MISheard
Bec: “Ava, tell Dad there’s a white throated sparrow out here.”
Ava: “What?”
Bec: “A white throated sparrow!”
Ava: “DAD, THERE’S A WHITE HEADED SQUIRREL! COME QUICK!”
6 Apr
Obviously.
After a rather hectic day yesterday, I came home to what I affectionately refer to as the second shift. The girls were in rare form, and despite the fact I was obviously on the phone, they barraged me with questions and requests. My favorite was this exchange with Olivia:
Olivia: “Mom. Mom. MOMMY. MOM. Mom. Mooooooom.”
Me: “What?”
Olivia: “What is that?”
Me: “It’s a bug, Liv. I’m on the phone.”
Olivia: “Why is it a bug?”
Me: “What?”
Olivia: “WHY IS IT A BUG? Why, Mom, why? Why is it a bug? Why?!”
Me: “Wha…I don’t…it’s just a bug. Seriously, phone…”
Olivia: “But, Mama, WHY is it a BUG! WHY!
As I relayed this to Bryan later, I was hoping he’d commiserate about about the exasperating nature of the question. Instead, he responded:
“It’s a bug because it has six legs. And an exoskeleton.”
29 Mar
Overheard: Bedtime battles edition
Ava: “Mom, will you tell me another story?”
Rebecca: “Sure. Once upon a time there was a little girl who didn’t go to bed when her mother told her to, and she lost every single one of her privileges. The end.”
Ava: “…how about a different story?”
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Olivia, at roughly 10 pm, and while in my bed: “Mama, are I cute?”
Rebecca: “You’d be much cuter if you were sleeping.”
17 Feb
Overheard
I made chicken noodle soup for dinner. Here’s how the conversation went:
Rebecca: “Guess what, everyone! I came home over the lunch hour during a very busy day to make you homemade chicken noodle soup, because I am the best mom ever.”
Olivia: “I don’t wike chicken noon-nul soup.”
Rebecca: “Yes! You do!”
Ava: “Me either Mom. Why can’t we go to Crush Sandwich for dinner?”
Rebecca: “I think you mean Smash Burger.”
Ava: “Yeah, that.”
Rebecca: “Ava, you love chicken noodle soup. It’s just like Gramma Great’s!”
Ava: “Oh yeah? THEN WHAT IS THIS GREEN STUFF?”
Rebecca: “…celery?”
Ava: “Gramma Great DOES NOT put celery in her soup. Also, what is this OTHER green stuff?”
Rebecca: “Um….dill.”
Ava: “Mom. Seriously.”
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All of this aside, they both had three bowls!
10 Jan
You can take the girl out of Wisconsin…
Ava: “School’s closed?! Did it snow three feet, or just two?”
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In reality, it only snowed a few inches, but more is on the way. Still, though, closing the schools seems a bit . . . unnecessary. Ava spent the morning helping Bryan shovel snow, I think mostly so she could try out her new snowsuit and boots. Bryan’s at home with the girls this morning, and I made it to work without any trouble. (Admittedly, thanks in large part to four wheel drive.)
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