Random Bits of Cuteness

The other night before bed, I asked Carrie for a good night kiss:
Carrie: OK, but let’s have a marrying kiss!
Me: A marrying kiss? What’s that?
Carrie: You know, you have a marrying kiss and then you live happily ever after.
…Do you think maybe I’ve let her watch one too many Disney movies?

I have a coffee mug with characters from just about every animated Disney movie made, including Sleeping Beauty. Carrie really wants to watch Sleeping Beauty (and actually it’s been on my Netflix queue for a while but it’s not currently available). So at breakfast a few days ago she saw Sleeping Beauty on my mug and asked again if she could watch it:
Me: Oh, I don’t know… Daddy, do you think Carrie’s old enough for Sleeping Beauty?
Denis: I’m not sure…
Carrie: I am too old enough to watch it! I mean, look at me!
Yep, 3 going on 13.

Overheard at the dinner table:
“I normally like my bread two ways: with butter…and sometimes, without.”

Sometimes I’m overcome with the need to freeze time. A picture is as close as I can get.

So today there was a substitute for one of Carrie’s swim teachers, a male lifeguard. At one point Carrie wandered away while they were in the wading pool area, and slipped. Of course the lifeguard picked her up very quickly and she was perfectly fine.

After, in the locker room, I asked her what happened, and she told me, and I told her she probably shouldn’t be wandering away from the teachers during class. Her response? “That’s OK, Mommy, the Life Guy picked me up!” No fear, this one.

Carrie: “I love you Mommy!”
Me: “I love you too, sweetheart, but what about Daddy?”
Carrie: “Well, I love him too, but, you know, not all the way up to my eyebrows.”

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Me: “Carrie, what should we call your little sister?”
Carrie: “Top!”
Denis: “Ok, see, ‘top’ isn’t actually a name, it’s a word, can you think of any names?”
Carrie: “Maybe…bottom!”
Sarah: “That’s not a name, either, silly!”
Carrie: *thinks hard*
Carrie: “Eyepatch!”
Me & Denis: “Eyepatch?!?”
Carrie: “Yeah, ’cause then she’d be a baby pirate, and when she cries she’ll say ‘arrrr'”
*my mom interjects*
Grandma: “So the baby’s name is ‘top eyepatch bottom the baby pirate’?”
Carrie: “Arrrrr!”

Carrie: “Mommy, I can’t sleep, my imagination keeps waking me up.”
Me: “Sweetie, those are just dreams, it’s OK.”
Carrie: (thinks for a bit) “Mommy, you’re silly! Dreams and imagination aren’t the same!”
Me: “Fine, then just tell your imagination to let you go back to sleep please, because it’s 2 AM!”

Carrie’s been begging for a Belle dress for her dress-up box, so I finally gave in – after all, she’s been so patient and well-behaved at all of the rehearsals I’ve been dragging her to. And with all the dialog and vocals she has memorized, I think she’d make a pretty good (although perhaps slightly short) understudy for Belle!

(P.S. Happy Leap Day!)

Tonight at dinner, Carrie said, “Mommy, I finished all my green beans, can I have some salad now?” That’s just so not normal for a three-year-old.

She’s decided to name the baby “Teeny”. So when I went to pick her up at preschool the other day she ran up to me, wrapped her arms around my stomach, and said “Hi Teeny!” into my belly button. Oh, and the baby’s nickname? It’s apparently going to be “Tiny”. Watch this kid turn out to be a football player, with nicknames of Teeny and Tiny.

Carrie also asked the other day if the baby is wearing an itty-bitty pair of pajamas in my tummy when he or she is sleeping. Uhhh. Not exactly. “But why not, Mommy? Won’t the baby be cold?” I just have one question…why did we have to hit the “why” phase right in the middle of my pregnancy?!?

She is just all about the baby lately. We bought her a new carseat today (the Graco Nautilus) for Denis’ car, because she’s too tall for the ComfortSport that was in there and we’re not ready to put her in a booster seat just yet. We haven’t really shopped in a baby department lately, and Carrie apparently had no idea the range of things you could buy for a baby. If she had had her way we would have come home with dozens of little socks, tiny pairs of shoes, bibs, washcloths, toys and an exersaucer. Oh, and another stroller. I had to promise her she could pick out a special toy for her to give to the baby just as soon as we know whether it’s a brother or sister just to get her out of the store!

During rehearsal today (did I ever mention I’m accompanying Beauty and the Beast this year?) Carrie kept begging to go up on stage with the big kids. I had to promise her she could go up there when rehearsal was over. Partway through rehearsal, the director’s wife showed up with their daughter who’s right around Carrie’s age. The girls had a great time playing with each other, and then when rehearsal ended we put the soundtrack CD on and they danced up on stage. It was the cutest little performance, followed, of course, by big bows at the end of the song.

I’m definitely not raising a child who suffers from stage fright…

When I went to pick up Carrie from school today, her teachers asked me if she had gotten a Webkinz for Christmas. When I said yes…but why?, they told me that they had gone around the circle and asked the kids what their New Year’s resolution was. Most kids said things like “I want to get better at coloring” or “I want to learn to write my letters”. Carrie said “I want to learn how to play with my Webkinz more!”

I’m not sure whether to be proud of my little computer-obsessed nut (who can not only use a mouse but is also quite proficient with a trackpad) or ashamed that I let her get so obsessed so young…

This morning Carrie came into our room about 10 seconds after Denis turned off the alarm and announced, “Mommy, I’m soooooo happy to see you! I missed you sooooooo much!”

I suppose there are worse ways to wake up!