When we were in FL, Bill brought some cookies from France to share with everyone. Logan was walking around with one and Bill asked if she knew where they came from. She looked at him, incredulously, and said, "Yes, they come from publix." We need to work on getting those taste buds some culture.
Logan hopped on the scale the other night (we don't have one at home, so this was her first experience with one outside of the Dr.'s office) and said, "Clock says it's time for bed!" ...maybe we should pick one up.
While we were staying at the hotel, she became rather attached to the hotel soap. Naturally, we stashed all of the unopened ones in our suitcase (don't pretend like you don't do it, too). She knew we did this so we could take it home for her. One morning while we were there, she woke up, went and dug through the suitcase and couldn't find the soap. She ran back and forth around the hotel room like a chicken with it's head cut off until she stopped, dropped her arms to her sides, pouted her lip and said, "DEGONNIT! I can't find my soap."
Today, as we got ready to head out the door, I told Logan we could pause her TV show and she could finish it later. She got the "your so silly" look on her face and said, "Silly mommy, this is on for real. You can't pause live TV."
When we go to the deli, Logan will stand there and say, "I need a half a pound of this, a pound of this, a half pound of this and that's all." Which is funny, but it's topped when we go to the fabric store and she knows that we don't need pounds there, instead she says, "I need a yard of this, half yard of this, and two yards of that." Smart, observant, child.
Logan and I frequent Sonic. Ok, it's an addiction. Sometimes we go just so that I can get out of the house and preserve what little sanity I have left, Kai-Lan took the rest of it. We only go during happy hour or when I have the survey receipts that give me free drinks. Yesterday, I realized just how much we go when she hopped in her little car and said, "Yes, I need a very big slushy. I have a receipt for that. It's free."
Speaking of her little car.... It's been cool enough in the late afternoon/evening to leave the door open and let her wander in and out of the house (to the porch) so she's been "driving" a lot in her car. A few days ago she went out, got in her car, got back out and came right up to Mike and said... "I forgot, I need some money dad. I'm going to need to buy some things." To which we shook our heads and said, you're not sixteen yet. Try again in a few years.
Logan was walking out the door and I called, "see you later alligator!" She stopped, turned around and said, "I'm not an alligator. I'm Logan. Go Noles!" And walked out. That's my girl.
Our new neighbor is an Auburn fan. Auburn and my side of the family mix about as well as vinegar and oil. Logan knows this. Very well. The neighbor has an Auburn flag that flies from her car window and any time Logan sees it (and the poor girl just happens to be around when Logan does this), she exclaims, "ROLL TIDE!"
Silly Songs With Larry is a segment of most Veggie Tale episodes. It's their "commercial," if you will. One of Larry's silly songs is "Where is My Hairbrush." If you haven't heard it, you can listen HERE. After bathing herself more than clean at the hotel, I put Logan's soap up high so she couldn't scrub her skin anymore and she began to sing, "Oh where is my soap? Oh where is my soap? Oh where where where where where is my SOAP?"
Every. Single. Night. Logan sneaks into our room. Most nights she sleeps on a little mat we've got in there specifically so that she doesn't get in our bed. Some night she makes it in the bed without us noticing and then in the morning we wonder how in the world she got in between us without either one of us realizing it. We're tired. We have a 2 year old and a 6 month old. Anyway, our standing deal with her is that if she sleeps in her room for an entire night without coming in our room we'll take a trip to Krispy Kreme for a donut breakfast. Every morning, she wakes up, and after poking me in the eye balls to wake me up, she says, "Maybe someday I'll get a donut. But not today."
I'll finish with this picture. Maybe you can help me figure it out. Logan came home with this from Sunday School a few weeks ago. It said something along the lines of, "We obey Jesus because He loves us." What does this hat have to do with that? We're not Catholic. Nor are we members of the KKK. ???
I apologize that the picture is a bit blurry. I couldn't stop laughing.
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