Maggie...the teeniest, tiniest baby evor!!!!

Yes, the "evor" is not a typo. Can't you hear Maggie saying, "I was the teeniest, tiniest baby evor?"

Several months ago, Maggie started asking me all the time to tell her about when she was a baby. So I would tell her about how loudly she was sucking on both fists as I left the birthing room to my hospital room with her. How the nurses thought it was so funny. Then how she would sound like a little, bleating goat when she laughed at about 3 weeks old. Then she asked me if she was my teeniest, tiniest baby. Not totally attending to the question and noting that she was asking for me to confirm her speculation, I answered, "You were my biggest, bestest baby." She burst into tears. So I corrected myself and now she thinks she was the teeniest, tiniest baby.

The obsession with her infant years has persisted. She looks at the 8 x 10 black and white portrait on my bedroom wall of her in her Christening dress and asks me questions about her "childhood". Hannah of course has noticed this behavior. So today, Hannah (this is kinda mean, but kinda funny too...) told her that I had photoshopped all of her pictures so that she really looked cuter than she was when she was a baby. Maggie came to me crying and told me what Hannah said. I told her to go tell Hannah that pictures that I really photoshopped were all the ones of Hannah and her long pointy ears so that Hannah wouldn't know that she had long pointy ears before we were able to get that defect taken care of! Hannah got it and laughed. Maggie didn't get it, and laughed because now she thinks that Hannah was born with long pointy ears that were surgically removed!

Oh my gosh...we are sooooo bad in this house! Where did my kids get it? (Answer: their father for sure!!!)

The Latest Max-isms

Max-ism #1 I did clean my room. If you take a look you will see that the debris blocking the entrance to my room has been removed.

Max-ism #2 I think gravity would disagree with you.

Max-ism #3 I did take my lunch. I just transfered it from the old lunch box to the new lunch box. (Should he say something like "switched it" or "put it in"?)

Max-ism #4 Great Grandma and Grandpa Reier are both Jedi Knights!

Max-sim#5 Aren't you pleased with my progress in math?

Maggie. Maggie. Maggie.

So, Grandma Reier passed away about a week and a half ago. Which meant that Uncle Rob and Aunt Sue came to town and the kids and I got to be the guest retreat. I wonder if Rob and Sue felt like they were at a retreat??? Probably not. But we sure did like having them here with us. (This really is going somewhere...promise!)

Sue stayed downstairs in Caiti's room which is down the hall from Maggie's room. I went downstairs to wake Maggie for school. In an effort to not wake Sue up, I closed Maggie's door then turned the light on. This is what I found. Yes. It is Sharpie. Yes. It appears that Maggie and her imaginary friends played some sort of game that required score keeping. Yes. Maggie was the score keeper!

Everyone should be most impressed with my control. I really think I should be inducted into the Parenting-Hall-of -Fame for how amazingly well I handled myself. I scooped the sleeping princess out of bed. Carried her upstairs. (No beating or screaming! Really. Notta.) Got her ready for school. Took a photo after she was at school and posted it on Facebook. So very sorry Bo and Caiti! But, it does appear that you both have turned out alright in spite of me!!!