It Tickles!

I was stumbling around the internet using StumbleUpon when Ashlyn comes up to me with Emily's back massager that we got the other night because Emily has this chronic pain in a muscle that is right below her right shoulderblade (I also like it because it works very well for my bad shoulders). She has it bouncing off her head at low speed and is giggling. I kinda roll my eyes at her and chuckle inwardly to myself. A few minutes later, she is talking with it on her throat and laughing at the sillyness of her vibrating voice. I again chuckle inwardly to myself and carry on with my browsing. A few minutes after that, she is just giggling so I turn to see what is so funny.

I am sure you guessed where this was going to end up from the beginning, but there stood my five year old daughter looking like a character right out of Harry Potter astride her new Nimbus 2000 giggling uncontrollably. "It tickles!" she announced with glee.

With a palm planted against my forehead, I sent her off to show momma.

A Little Friend

Hair Products

So, I was standing at the bathroom door waiting to take a hand load of hair bows and other girlie things in, when I heard Ashlyn exclaim, "It's like this thing is having a baby or something! It won't come out! Sheesh!" in response to Emily asking her if she had finished washing her hair.

Apparently conditioner is not very cooperative.

Owl

Man.. I was so upset. We walked out of Walmart and there was an owl in a tree. It was just sitting up there looking at all of us silly humans walking in and out of the store, and scaring the local Grackles into such a frenzy I was worried about bird poop bombardments. Of course! The one time I didn't have my camera was the one time when I could REALLY have used it. Sheesh. Well, we drove home, I ran inside and grabbed the camera, then ran back to Walmart (alone of course), but the little guy was long gone. Great. So I drove back home. Walked in the front door and Ashlyn asked if I got a picture of the owl. Nope. She handed me the following:



I have a great daughter.

And so it begins...

Today Ashlyn, (who is only 5) asked, "What's a boyfriend?"

Needless to say, I almost choked and laughed all at the same time. Emily explained in a very generic and broad manner as to what a boyfriend was, and finally summed it all up with, "You're too young to be thinking about a boyfriend."

Ashlyn's response, "Well... I'm thinking about it!"

All Tied Up

Well, tonight was a big night. Ashlyn has learned how to tie her shoes.

There's Something Under the Bed!

Ok, side note so this will make sense. I have to have the head of our bed raised a little because of my occasional bouts of acid reflux when I am sleeping. It is sitting on two 3"x4" blocks and is raised about 3" off the floor. Not very much, but it does seem to help and doesn't seem to bother Emily. Plus we don't end up sliding off the end of the bed.

Anyways...

Ashlyn was in our room on our bed tonight watching a movie and drawing when she shouted for us to come in there. I opened the door and asked what was wrong. She said, "I think there is a mouse under the bed because it just dropped down!"