Budding Poet?

Check out this 3-year-old reciting Billy Collin's poem Litany. Guess I better start replacing a little Eric Carlisle and Dr. Seuss with Frost, cummings, and Collins :)

11:30-11:50

11:30 Riley wakes up from her nap. We hear the little cooing noises we enjoy so much.
11:35 We go in to get her and realize that, for the first time, she's taken off her own diaper. Unfortunately, she also pooped ... after she took the diaper off. She has poop all over her hands. There is poop all over her sheets.
11:35-11:40 We try delicately to take off her dress and walk her (one of us holding her and one holding her arms to keep her hands away from her face) to the bathtub.
11:40 We realize the lightbulb in our bathroom had burnt out. Ryan had to bring in a lamp.
11:40-11:50 We realize most of the poop is pretty dry. Did our daughter take her whole nap with poop on her hands? I guess so. We try to figure out how to wash her off without filling the whole bathtub with poopy water and without getting poop all over ourselves.
11:50 Our child is, once again, poop-free and happy. I guess we'll have to make sure she always sleeps in bloomers from now on.

Conversation with Soren

I spent one afternoon last week with Soren, Elliot, and Penny while Marianne went to use a spa gift. Lovely hair, by the way! It was nice to have some comic relief amidst the chaos. Moms are amazing, period. But I think moms with more than kids than they have arms are especially amazing. In between juggling naps and questions from the boys, I had this funny conversation with Soren that made me laugh.

Me: Do you guys want some milk with your snack?
Soren: Do you get milk from my mom?
Me: No, I get milk from a different farmer in Junction City.
Soren: No, we can't drink it.
Me: Well, I get raw milk from cows just like you guys do. It's just from different cows. I think it's ok for you to drink it.
Soren: What do your cows look like?
Me: I think they're brown and white. What do your cows look like?
Soren: Well ... (complicated description I can't quite remember that included specific shades of brown on specific parts of the cows' bodies)
Me: That sounds like my cows. I think you can probably drink my milk.
Soren: Do you have a picture of your cows?
Me: Hmmm. Yeah. I can get one on the computer. (I found a picture on the farm's website.)
Soren: Those don't look like my cows. Sorry Jen, we can't drink your milk.
Me: Ok Soren. Do you guys want water?
Boys: Yeah.
(I get them water.)
Me: Do you guys want to share a banana?
Soren: Where do you buy your bananas, Jen?
Me: Capellas
Soren: We can't eat your bananas.
Me: (Ah-ha, I'm catching on!) Where do you get your bananas?
Soren: Market of Choice
Me: (Wondering how far logic will take me) Well, I'm pretty sure Market of Choice and Capellas buy bananas from the same banana farm. I think it's ok for you to eat my bananas if you want some.
Soren: Oh! We shop at Cabellas too! But mama only buys bananas from Market of Choice.
Me: (Alas, conviction wins over logic.) Oh, so you can't eat my bananas?
Soren: No.

As one would expect, that Scrivner boy sure knows that food source is important! Way to go Marianne :)