More Laine-ism's

Okay, I'm cracking up. I just recieved a blessing, a blessing from my 4 year old daughter. We had just finished stories and prayer, the nighttime routine, when Laine announced she wanted to give me a blessing.

I was curious, so I went with it, wondering where this would go. She proceed to stand above me {I was still kneeling} and place her hands upon my head and give me a 'blessing'.

It was so sweet, she said lot's of nice things about us both being nice and not cranky and Gabey being nice... lot's of specific things about him not throwing stuff down the stairs etc. etc. It was too funny, and very sweet. She wanted me to give her one next, but I told her only Daddy could.

The girl is funny. She gets it from me, what can I say.

Earlier tonight, as we were cooking together she said,

'Mom, did you make me'

I wasn't getting it.

I said, 'Did I make you what?' wondering what the little ingrate wanted now. I kid. She continued,

'No, did you make ME?'

Oh. Got it.

'Uh, yup, I did'. I went into it a little bit but she was still confused.

'What did you make me out of? Did you make me out of...{scanning the room for ideas}...salt?'

I probably could have used this as a great time for a life's lesson, especially now that she is in school and may get educated by other Kindies. But we're still in the stage where we call her 'lady region' a 'taco'. Yeah, it is confusing when we go out for Mexican food, but since there really isn't much to be found here we've stuck with it. -Gabe's is a 'winky' in case you're wondering. Perhaps this is TMI, I'm not sure. I think I might be missing the chromosome that would tell you if it was or not. Either way I think it is funny to know what others are telling their kids, so I'll share what I'm telling mine.

Anyway, back to The Girl. She has the gift, the gift of gab which I'm pretty sure she got from me as well. She loves to use big words to sound intelligent -though it doesn't seem as calculated as when I do it. She does crack me up with her silliness though, and her often circular logic. Some new Laine-isms:

{said very enthusiastically} "It's a nice day for a sunny day!"

Laine, looking at a paint can with a picture of a Mom and daughter on it, "I like that little girl. She's my friend. I need to go to her house and play. That little girl is my friend. I like her"

There are so many more that I've missed that I've forgotten to write down, which is such a shame.

Anyway, as I mentioned, she started Kindie. She goes to all-day Kindergarten which is 9-3. She attends Ironbark Ridge Primary {'prime-ree'} School and she has to wear a uniform, as you can plainly see above. She must wear her hat to play outside as well. Her teacher is Mrs. Adams and she is loving it, which is really good. NOT the best pics, but you get the idea.