Shoe Prints

Me: Oh no Belle...you stepped on your seat and now it's all dirty.

Isabella: Don't worry Mom I will clean it off with my pants (wiggling around in the seat as to wipe it off)

Medicine...

Me:  Isabella, before you can do anything else today you have to take your medicine.

Isabella:  But Mommy, princesses don't take medicine.

*What was I thinking...of course they don't!

HOTEL

Isabella hasn't spent much time at hotels since it's SO much easier to travel and stay somewhere we can have a kitchen.  On a last minute trip to Mt. Charleston we stayed at a hotel and here's how the conversation went driving back from scouting sledding locations.

Isabella: Mommy, are we going back to the hotemple. 

Me: (chuckling) 

Isabella: What Mommy, isn't that what it's called, a hotemple?

LOL

Crying

Isabella:  Mommy, did you know that laughing and crying are the same?

Me: Do you mean because of the tears? 

Isabella: Yeah, I like crying and laughing.

Me: I do too...I do it with Daddy, Grandma, Aunt Katie, Aunt Lauren and some of my best friends.

AND SO WE DID and it was FUN!

Jesus

Driving home from church last night...

Isabella: Daddy, I love Jesus!

Justin: That's great Isabella, I'm glad to hear that.

Isabella: But do you think he needs help making my cough feel better?  

Me: No...he doesn't need our help with anything...life would be easier for all of us if we remembered that.

She Should Have a Hardhat!

There is quite a bit of construction happening on Highway 95 right now.  While driving Isabella to school the other day I found out just how construction savvy Isabella is becoming.

Me: Wow Isabella, look at that big crane truck over there...

Isabella: That's NOT a crane truck Mom, it's a pump truck.  

They use it to pump the cement from the truck into the ground. 

If she knew the word "DUH" or what it meant it would have followed her explanation to me for sure because that was the tone of her response.  I guess those rides to school with Daddy are proving to be quite educational.   

Sugar, Dairy, and Gluten

Well Isabella knows what she can't have and what happens if she has them.  I ate too much cake in the afternoon yesterday and it made me sick. 

Me: I ate too much cake.

Isabella: Did it have sugar, dairy or gluten?

Me: It had all of those.

Isabella: (matter of fact) Well that's why you're sick Mom, those things aren't good for you.

(A Little Later)

Isabella: Would you like some of my juice Mommy?  It doesn't have sugar, dairy or gluten...it's good for you, here try it.   

Mommy...I need to talk to you.

Isabella trying to convince me to let her watch a movie before bed...it went like this:

Isabella: (in the sweetest voice) one movie, one movie, one movie.

Me: No Isabella.

Isabella:  (holding my cheeks so I couldn't shake my head) Mommy, listen to me pleeeeease.  I want to talk to you. OKAY. So Mommy, One. Movie. Please.

Me: No Isabella, I'm sorry but no more TV.

Isabella: If you don't let me watch a movie I'm going to take away your purse. (long pause) Now you don't want that to happen, do you?

Me: LAUGHING OUT LOUD...I couldn't hold it anymore.  She cracks me up when she negotiates.

*She negotiated for 5 books and 5 songs instead!

Morals...at 3

Isabella:  Mommy I have a little baby in my tummy BUT I have to grow married before she can come out!

I don't know where on earth she comes up with this stuff but she's got the right idea for sure!

Peek-a-boo

At the Dr. today while Justin and Isabella played Lincoln Logs on the floor the sun was going in and out, in and out...

Isabella:  Daddy look!  The sun is playing peek-a-boo with the clouds... (GIGGLE)

Clean Windows = Dead Birds

My windows are so clean that a bird just thought he was gonna fly in and have dinner with us.  Sadly his beak met the window and he landed in the dirt.

Justin:  The bird ran into the window and broke his neck and died.

Isabella: What should we do with him Daddy?

Justin: Should we put him in the garbage?

Isabella: (appalled) NO DADDY...he will wake up in the garbage and wonder 'who put me here?'

*Justin convinced her that if they put him in a box and then in the garbage he would be safe there.

Cold Socks

Me:  Do you want to take your boots off?

Isabella:  No Mom...my socks will get cold if I take them off, silly

How Do I Look?

I have to get this on video for anyone to see how hysterical this little thing that Bella does.

On New Years Eve we were getting Isabella ready for bed, she had been drinking...Sparkling Apple Cider and if was as if she was a little tipsy.  She stood naked in her bedroom with her back to us, started shaking her little toosh, looked back at us as she did this and said "how do I look?"  It's sooooo funny.  You really can't appreciate how hilarious it is without seeing her do this.  We laughing so hard we were both in tears and her laugh was out of control too.   I asked her where she learned that and she said "Daddy taught me"...and laughed and laughed.

Sometimes...

My daughter is NOT a morning person...this is what she said to me one morning after waking up.

Isabella:  Mommy...some days I love and you and some days I don't.

LMAO she cracks me up.

Everyone makes mistakes Mommy

It was a rough morning full of WHINING on Monday.  I was home getting Isabella ready for school by myself while Justin ran out to a meeting.   After 2 hours of what seemed like NONSTOP whining, we were getting in the car to drive to school and Isabella started carrying on about how she didn't have the right color marker.  She HAD to have PINK.  I got her one of her pink markers but it wasn't good enough and she had to have one of MY pink markers, which I had none left.  I lost it...I totally went off and told her she would get what she got and be happy with it etc.

We drove in silence, I would glance in the rear view mirror every once in a while and she would look at me and quickly look down.  I finally asked her if she wanted to talk and she said "No, you're mad at me."  I explained that I wasn't mad at her and that I was frustrated that she was whining and I was sorry that I lost my temper and yelled at her.   She looked at me so sweetly with a HUGE smile on her face and said "It's okay Mommy, everyone makes mistakes, and I promise not to whine ANYMORE."

Well she has whined since then but I thought that her response to my apology was the sweetest thing...I love her so much!!

How do babies get out?

As told by Trista:

Isabella:  How do babies come out of the tummy?

Trista: (worried that SHE would have to answer instead of us pondered and before she could speak)

Isabella: WAIT I KNOW...the belly button opens up and they get out through there.

*Close one for Trista!  The beauty is that Isabella was a C-Section so she's correct...well almost RIGHT ON!

My Brother

Out of the clear blue sky Isabella turned to us in the living room...

Isabella:  I have a brother

Us: You do?

Isabella: Yep!  He's bald and black

Us: Really?

Isabella: Yeah...his picture is hanging on the fridge...see

**She was referring to Lawrence, the little boy we adopted from World Vision...I just love that she thinks of him that way!