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!