Disney's coming, but this isn't it.

Okay, I'm so completely overwhelmed with Disney stories. I can't even begin...but I will soon. In the meantime, you can be entertained with these two stories from the kids today.

Last night when Ike and I saw how cold it was supposed to be this morning, Ike said, "Tell Jake it'll be cold enough to freeze spit. He'll think that's cool."

Unconvinced, and a little grossed out, I did it anyway. As Jake and I walked out to the car this morning, I said, "Hey, Daddy said to tell you it's cold enough to freeze spit out here this morning. He thought you'd think that was cool, since you're a boy and all..."

And yes, it worked. "Cool," he exclaimed, then was quiet.

Next I heard a splat and Jake said, "It isn't cold enough. It didn't freeze spit." Ok, yuck, I'm such a girl I guess.

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Tonight while I rocked Annie to sleep (well, while I rocked her...she was far from asleep), she entertained me with her version of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" ("Twinkle star...you are...up up up so high...diamond...sky...") and her version of the day's events ("Jakey in bath. Daddy in bath? No, Jakey in bath. Annie go school? Jakey go school."). After she'd talked for awhile and I was finally nodding off (yes, I mean me, not her), she took my face in her hands and made a kissing noise.

She hugged my neck and said, "Best fwiends, mommy. We best fwiends."

Yes, I cried. And I'm tearing up just writing it down...

She Belongs To Ike

I know, I know, it's been so long since I've written that probably no one checks my blog anymore... Don't worry, stories galore will be coming soon. We've got a secret trip planned: to see Mickey Mouse in Disneyworld! We'll be leaving next Wednesday, the 23rd, so when we return, I'll have much to share...

In the meantime, I thought I'd tell you one way I can tell Annie is more Ike than me. (And this story isn't even about how damn stubborn he--I mean, she--can be.)

Tonight after I put Annie to bed, she got up and started knocking on her door. No surprise these days, now that she's decided Sleep is Enemy #1. But what was she asking for as she yelled for me?

No, not her pink teddy bear. Not her kitty cat or puppy dog or her brand-new baby doll from Santa.

"Mommy!! Mommmmyyyyy! I need my glyptodon!"

Yes, that's right. Annie just couldn't sleep without her distant armadillo ancestor. So soft and cuddly with its "heavy, dome-shaped body armor, helmet-like head armor, and rings of bony armor on its short tail." (Thanks to www.enchantedlearning.com for the glyptodon insight.)

Ike's child. Hardly mine at all...