Funny girl

I know it's been a while since I posted, but I'll catch up. Kate said a couple of funny things in the last day or so I thought were worth documenting.

Last night, I was sitting by Kate before bed, and my feet were bare. I do not have pretty toes right now-- unpainted and I even have a cut. She was not impressed, and said, "mom, you need a pedicure. I think you have corns."

Corns! I barely even know what a corn is, and I have no idea where she came up with that. She tried to show me her "corns", and needless to say we don't have any between us. Hilarious.

Then this morning, I came back from a run and she followed me into the bedroom. "Mom," she said, "you are super sweaty. You're as sweaty as a camel in the desert."

"Do camels sweat?" I asked.

"Yeah, and you're the sweatiest camel I've ever seen."

Wee Willie Winkie

I used to love that Mother Goose rhyme. I mean, what's funnier than a guy that "runs through the town; upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown!" A guy in a nightgown is funny enough.

My Sam is a bit like Mr. Winkie (definitely not the nightgown bit-- I'm sure he wants that on record). He's a bit of a sleepwalker. I'm not sure if he's a REAL sleepwalker, or just a kind of fuzzy, out-of-it, restless sleeper, but he does walk around a little in his sleep. Normally, it's pretty targetted walking-- straight into my room and back. We've never had him go downstairs, or for the door or anything, so I guess we're lucky there.

Tuesday night he and his guys (Moosee, Alex and someone else) slept in my bed, having ambled over just as I was headed to bed for the night. (I'm weak-willed and let him stay. I know.) In the middle of the night, I heard him get up and shuffle towards his room. I thought he was probably headed back to bed, but here he comes, back into my room.

"What's going on?" I asked him.

"I had to go see if my room was clean," he replied.

"Huh??" I muttered, probably inaudibly, as I tried to go back to sleep.

The next morning, I told him about the funny thing he said in the middle of the night. His response?
"Well, you kept telling me to clean my room, so I finally just got up to go put my legos away, but they were already put away" he said.

"In the middle of the night? That wasn't me!" I told him.

"It wasn't?" he asked. "Well, I heard it over and over, so I just went to go check."

I told the story of young Samuel in scripture and how he kept hearing what he thought to be Eli's voice, but it ended up being God. "Maybe God wanted you to have a clean room," I said, laughing.

I'm not sure where his dream came from, but I'm all for sleep-cleaning. In fact, if I could clean and sleep at the same time, I think I'd be a lot happier person!

Party girl

Kate had yet another birthday invite this week. When I told her about it, she was bragging to her brother about all of her parties. "I'm the QUEEN of Vegas parties!"

Yep, that pretty much sums up my concerns about Vegas parenting...