Rocket Dance

Kylie climbed into the crib at my mom's house and started jumping up and down, holding Baby. In a high-pitched voice, she said, "Kylie, you'd better stop! You're going to fall down!" Then in her normal voice, she said, "No, Baby! I'm just doing my rocket dance!!!"

Kylie was playing with some staples and cut herself. I didn't notice until after she had been banging on my mom's paino keyboard and covered the keyboard with blood. Nice! She later looked at her cut and said, "I need to go to the hospital!"

Tonight, I was reading Kylie a bedtime Bible story about God creating the world. At the end, I quizzed her with the question, "Who made the world?" Her answer, "Santa!" Hey, I'm trying!

Kylie is my daughter!

Proof that Kylie is my daughter: Tonight she took a bite of her dinner (salisbury steak) and said, "Oh, that is so good. Just like a margarita!"

As Kylie went up the stairs today, she said, "Wacha! Wacha! That means upstairs in Chinese."

Tripped

At school yesterday, Kylie fell and busted her lip. I asked her, "Did you trip on your shoes?" She said, like I was a complete idiot, "No. I tripped on my FACE!"

Kylie is really enjoying singing Christmas songs this year. Her favorite is Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, which she sings all the time. In Cracker Barrel, after she heard some children singing, she flung wide her arms and started singing/yelling Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer for the entire restaurant to enjoy.

Vocabulary Day

Yesterday, Kylie came up with lots of new vocabulary words. She was playing with Mardi Gras beads and I disturbed her...she said, "I am CONCENTRATING...you are FRUSTRATING me!" Later that night, she took a wrapping paper roll and wrapped a magazine around it. She proclaimed that she was making a "cornucopia hat."