Last week Stephen was driving Maddy to one of their dates.  He turned the music up really loud.  Maddy asked him to turn it down cause it was hurting the other cars' ears.

Yesterday on a date to Target and Starbucks, she asked to go to the car wash (which she always says she is afraid of; she hasn't been in one since she was about 1 - when she freaked out!).  They went through it and she said she wasn't scared, but the brushes hurt her ears.

At nap time, Stephen put her down and then she called out, "Daddy, DADDY!"  He went to her and she asked "Dad, why does R2-D2 not have eyes or a mouth?"  He replied, "He has speaker to make sounds and that big blue lens has a camera behind it so he can see. He also has many sensors to detecting the world around him."

I got a little cut on my toe and so when Maddy asked, I told her what happened.  No big deal; when I was at the AKA meeting, I tripped and caught my toe on the chair.  The next day, I told Maddy I was going to another meeting and she said, "Be careful, Mommy."  I must have looked puzzled, (which I was) because she said, "Don't trip like you did at your last meeting!"
Too smart!!!

Yesterday, Maddy had a cold and I was bummed because I didn't want to miss MOPS.  Stephen generously stayed with her so I could attend and hear the speaker on discipline.  I came home pumped and rejuvenated, ready to try some new strategies and methods.

At prayers last nite, I asked Maddy to say one thing she was thankful for.  She said she was thankful for her kitties.  But she was sad that they had to do up to heaven and be with God.

Maddy woke up with a swollen, red eye.  I asked if it hurt, itched or felt like something was in there.  She said it felt like something was in there.  I asked what, she said, "an eyeball."

Our girl

We try to pray together every nite and we usually say something about taking care of our baby-to-be, wherever it may be.  Tonite, Stephen got home late and he sat down to eat and asked us to pray with him.  We said grace together then Maddy asked her Daddy to pray for the baby, like this "Dear God, please take care of the baby, keep the baby toasty oasty roasty and cozy in the belly.  Take care of the momma and make sure she doesn't cry.  And if she needs anything she can ask God for help."

Maddy asked me one day what made me cry and I said different things.  I asked her what made her cry and she said,

One day we were talking about dragons and how they are make-believe and no reason to be scared.  I said, "you know, like how we pretend kitties talk?"  She looked at me like I dropped a bomb on her and said, "Kitties talk. I can understand them.  All the time."

Random quotes:
"Mommy, let's make sure our baby boy or girl doesn't eat a lot of candy so her teeth don't rot out."
"When we get our baby, I will go to work like Daddy and be grown-up and you and the baby can stay home and be Mommys.  Then we will have 2 daddys, 2 mommys and 2 sisters."
"I don't want a brother or a sister, I want a baby boy or girl."
"I am getting ready for the baby.  I put out diapers, blankets, a play mat and I have a pack and play for it."

Last nite, Maddy asked her Daddy to help her and he turned around and knocked her into the cupboard and she hurt her foot.  She doesn't usually cry, so when she began crying immediately, we knew it hurt.  He went to comfort her and she looked at me and said, "Mommy, Daddy hurted me."  Oh, it was so sad, Stephen felt so bad.   She got a little red spot on her foot and she told him, "Daddy, you cut me."  It didn't break the skin, but she wanted a band aid and ice.  Two minutes later she was fine:  )

So the other morning Maddy pops up out of her crib and tells me she wants me to wash her pajama bottoms hand to hand.  I was surprised and asked why.  She told me about a hole I have in a shirt and one Stephen has in his shirt, so she thinks its best not to do hers in the machine!!

In the store today Maddy informed me that she didn't like those boys (mannequins).  I told her that was ok, she didn't know them, so she didn't need to talk to them or look at them.  She then told a clerk on the floor and at the register in that store, a clerk in another store and finally Haven, that she didn't like those boys.  Poor people had no idea what she was talking about as she goes on about how she doesn't know them and she didn't need to talk to them!

When we left PT, Maddy asked me if the people in the waiting room prayed for her when she was in the hospital (3 months ago:  ).  I just kind of mumbled over that, not wanting to lie.  When Haven got here, Maddy ran out and grabbed her hand to bring her in and asked her if she prayed for her when she was in the hospital.  Haven said yes and shrugged.  We don't want to lie, but if Haven had known about Maddy's surgery she would have prayed for her!!

Tonite, I was on the phone with Sheila and Maddy had to go potty.  So, I wiped her and went into the family room to continue the conversation and Maddy played with her dolls.  I happen to glance over and see her standing in her potty.  I think to myself that I pray I emptied it, but I know with a sinking feeling that I didn't.  Sure enough there are pee pee tracks all around the kitchen.  And she shows me where she dipped some papers in pee pee too.  UGH!!  I picked her up and put her in the sink and washed her feet, legs, hands and arms.  Then I put her on a rug and told her to stay there while I emptied the pot and washed the floor.  I turned around to see her walking on the wet floor and as I started to tell her to go back, whoosh she falls on her butt and starts wailing.  Oh my heart just broke.  I started to cry as I picked her up.  I felt soooo bad for her.  So I carried her and lovey to the sofa and covered her and went to get her a drink.  As I walked away, she asks me, in between sobs, to get the butterfly one (blanket) too.  I knew she would be ok.  And she stopped crying in 2 seconds!!