A Little of Everything, Please?

My mom: Do you want rice?
Brady: I want rice.
My mom: Do you want beans?
Brady: I want beans.
My mom: Do you want potatoes?
Brady: I want potatoes.
My mom: Do you want chicken?
Brady: I want chicken.
My Dad: Brady, do you want a stick of dynamite?
Brady: I want...(pause) I not talking to you.

She Looks Just Like Her Dad, Huh?

This is just strange.


One of those pictures is not Sadie. It is my sister, and Sadie's hero, Aunt MIMMY!

She Got Attached

It happened rather fast. I pulled an egg out of the fridge to make Sadie a microwave scrambled cheese egg. Within moments she had picked up the egg and named it and made it her own.
Needless to say, she didn't have an egg for breakfast.

What's In a Name?

Sadie and Brady have come together and collectively named one of the toys. It is lovingly called, "Moon-Oh-Micey-Mikey-Micey".
This isn't a one time deal. This name has stuck for over two months. It is really funny to hear little Brady call for it in his little two year old voice.

A Mom Lives For These Moments

Sadie: "Mom, you make REALLY good toast."

A Predicament

Sadie: "Mom, I am afraid of Disneyland. I am afraid the sea witch will cast a spell on me when she sees me. Dad told me if I don't bother the sea witch she won't bother me, but I am always bothering people!"

They're Called the Magic Words

Sadie: "Jeff, do you want to know the three words that will get you anything? Please, thank you, sorry, and Jesus."