Can't Touch the Packages

We put up our Christmas tree a couple weeks ago and began placing packages underneath it almost immediately. The girls were given strict instructions not to touch the packages until Christmas, but of course they were very interested. I caught Aidyn playing near the gifts and noticed one on the floor quite a distance from under the tree where it belonged. I instructed her to put the gift back under the tree and she said, "But Mom...the package came out from under the tree and I can't put it back because I'm not allowed to touch the packages."
Oh yes, of course, how silly of me.

Surgery

Last night Aidyn informed me of her need for an emergent medical procedure.

Aidyn: "Mommy. I need surgery."
Me: "You do? Why?"
Aidyn: "Because the batteries in my arm are dead and I need to put in new ones."

A Case of the Goosebumps

Aidyn, running frantically into the kitchen as I was making dinner last week: "Mommy!! Mommy!! I have a case of the goosebumps!!"

Two More Sleeps

Aidyn counts down to every event based on how many sleeps there are. We've been counting since 28 sleeps until Christmas so she's really getting excited now that there are only 2 more sleeps left. I figure she's learning to count backwards so it's okay!

She's also been incessantly singing "This Is What Christmas Means to Me" by Tommy Walker ever since she sang it in front of church with her preschool group on December 13. The lyrics include the line, "There's a Savior born on Christmas day, born to take our sins take them all away."

As she was singing it earlier she realized what she was saying and excitedly asked, "Mom!! Is there only two more sleeps until the Savior is born?!"

Boring and Slow

Once again my child's music tastes are more sophisticated than my own. Thursday night as we were riding in the car I turned on the Christmas music station. Aidyn endured an entire song and a half before she piped up from the backseat, saying it slowly for me so I'd be able to understand: "Mommy. This. Christmas. Music. Is. Boring. And. Slow. Dash On is the best Christmas song ever." So not only is a Desperation Band song her favorite ever as I've blogged before, now T'was the Night Before Christmas by Family Force 5 is the best Christmas song ever. Check it out and see why she calls it "Dash On." You should see her dance to it!

Tattoon

Words that rhyme, apparently...

• cartoon: an animated tv show
• saloon: a western bar
• afternoon: the time between 12:00pm and about 5:00pm
• Saskatoon: a city in Saskatchewan, Canada
• cocoon: a scary movie or a butterfly incubator
• raccoon: nocturnal animal
• typhoon: the natural force that leaves my living room looking the way it currently does (wait, that's my kids)
• tattoon: Aidyn's word for body art

Kipcake

Aidyn made her very first snowman with her Daddy last week when we got our first big snowfall. She excitedly named him Kipcake Mingo Julia Faith Snowman.

Not sure where Kipcake came from, but they sure had fun!

No Hair

Aidyn has been quite self-conscious about her hair lately for some reason. I think it might have something to do with the fact that her curly locks get tangled so easily and she sees that Kassie's hair is silky straight and not so tangly. Both girls hate having their hair combed, but Aidyn a little more so. She mentioned recently that she wishes she had straight hair like Kassie. I absolutely love her curls and told her so, I also told her that God made her with curly hair and Kassie with straight hair and how cool is that?

Aidyn took the lesson to heart. Several days later she approached her Dad:
"Daddy. God made me with curly hair and Kassie with straight hair."
Then Kassie from the peanut gallery: "And He made you with no hair!"

I Don't See a Lump

Kassie [playing pretend at the dinner table]: "I have a baby in my tummy!"
Aidyn: "Nuh-uh! I don't see a lump!"

Are These For Real?

Last Sunday we were blessed by friends with free tickets to the Bethlehem Marketplace at a church near our house. The church sets up a very realistic recreation of Bethlehem complete with shops, music, and buildings to replicate the time of Jesus' birth. I was very humbled by my observation that in all the noise and business of the little town's recreation they had tucked the baby Jesus and his quiet parents in a back corner cave that you could literally have passed right by without even noticing.

We had explained to Aidyn that this wasn't the for-real Bethlehem and not the for-real baby Jesus and she seemed to understand. As we walked through the town we bought some grapes for the girls from one of the marketplace shops and as Aidyn looked down at her handful of grapes she asked earnestly, "Are these for real?"