The Sky

This evening's car conversation:

Reagan: I can't wait until I'm as old as Jenny.
Lee: You'll never be as old as Jenny. She's older than you.
Reagan: But I'll be as old as Brittan when I turn 5.
Me: For a few months.
Lee: Like mommy's always younger than me.
Reagan: No. You're older than mommy.
Jenny: Reagan, that's the same thing.
Reagan: But the sky is bigger than everything.

So take that. Way to win that argument.

First Day of School

Jenny's first day of second grade was yesterday. She had a great day, and seems excited about the new school year. Here are the highlights:

-Her worst enemy, Lorelai, is not in her class.
-She thought the boy who kissed her last year, Caleb, was in her class, so she was a little worried, but she found out yesterday that it's a different Caleb.
-She likes her teacher, Mrs. Hale (who she continues to call Mrs. Hell - even though I keep trying to correct her).
-There is a student teacher from Wake in her class who's a cheerleader, so she's hoping to learn some cheers in class.
-She's already made a new friend named Emma. And Emma came to her to ask to be her friend. Jenny didn't even have to ask.
-She got a compliment from her teacher on the first day for being good in the hallway - that's exactly how Jenny put it to me - she couldn't believe she got a compliment on the first day.

And making her first day even better, she pooped out the marble that I forgot she had swallowed Sunday night! She came and told me after she was in bed (of course) on Sunday that she had swallowed a marble. I told her that there really wasn't anything I could do about it at that point. She was playing at Brittan's last night and went in to use the bathroom. She came out and told me she had to tell me something, and then she whispered, "I pooped out the marble." It was hilarious, especially because I'd totally forgotten that she swallowed one!

Wet Bed

This morning when I woke up, I found the girls asleep on our bedroom floor, at the foot of our bed. It's a really stupid place to sleep because it's right where Lee has to walk through from his side of the bed, so he's pretty certain he probably stepped on them three times last night, but they don't care. Anyway, I asked them why they were sleeping in our room. It's not exactly rare, but I was curious what prompted last night's visit.

Jenny - Because of our bed.
Me - What about your bed?
Jenny - It was wet.
Me - Why was your bed wet?
Jenny - Because Reagan poured water on it.
Me - Why?
Reagan - I didn't pour it. It just spilled.

Why do my children do things like this?

And one other quick one from earlier in the week I forgot to post. Reagan and I were running out somewhere, and she said she wanted to put on her seatbelt herself. I was waiting for her, and asked if she needed any help.

Reagan - No, this is how I rock.
Me - You mean, this is how you roll?
Reagan - No, I mean rock.

I just thought it was cute.

And for anyone interested, I just finished reading the Twilight Series (the Stephenie Meyer teen vampire romance) that people were all crazy about. I saw a lot of people had a very strong (negative) reaction to the last book when it came out a couple weeks ago, and I decided to see what it was all about. Anyway, I really enjoyed the whole series, even though I didn't think it would be my kind of thing. Now I'm trying to convince Lee we should read it together, but he's not really going for it.

Graves

You would think this conversation would be one I'd have with Reagan, but it was actually Jenny for a change. She and I were headed out to the store yesterday and had the following conversation (or close enough to this).

Jenny - What's under graves?
Me - Dead bodies.
Jenny - Souls or just bodies?
Me - Just bodies.
(Pause for a couple minutes while we just innocently listen to music.)
Jenny - So she just died with a paper towel in her hand?
Me - What are you talking about?
Jenny - Grandmommie. She just died with a paper towel in her hand?
Me - Seriously, what are you talking about?
Jenny - I remember Grandmommie had a paper towel in her hand at her funeral.
Me - Oh. It was probably a handkerchief or something.
Jenny - So she died that way?
Me - No. Sometimes when people die, their relatives want to have a chance for everyone to say goodbye to them, so they take their bodies to a funeral home where they fix them up to make them look as good as they can and put them in the clothes their family picked out. The handkerchief must have been part of what Uncle Taze picked out.
Jenny - Ooooh. I thought she was just walking and fell down and died with that in her hand.

One other little note from the weekend. We went to Build-A-Bear yesterday with Brittan for her birthday. After you make your bear, you sit at a computer to make a certificate with the bear's information, and you give the bear a name. Jenny went first and named hers Angel. Then it was Reagan's turn. I asked her what she wanted to name her bear, and her immediate response was "Chickenhead." I vetoed that one, and after also rejecting Angel since that was the same name Jenny gave hers, we settled on Katie.

Just so you know

I think it's going to be hard for me to decide if it's more fun to play Dance Dance Revolution or Guitar Hero on the Wii. I think I'm better at Dance Dance Revolution. But I want to get more songs available in our Guitar Hero game. And I also want to get more songs unlocked on Dance Dance Revolution. Really today was my first day on Guitar Hero, but I think those games are somewhat similar.

I know this post is totally unrelated to the children, but I thought I'd share anyway. And it is sort of related because, as Jenny points out fairly, often, it is her Wii, not mine. But Jenny doesn't come home from Hilton Head until tomorrow, so it's mine for now! Though Reagan did attempt Guitar Hero, and I wouldn't say she was a Hero.

Insanity

So Jenny's headed to Hilton Head for a visit, and all of our fun company is gone, so it's done to me, Reagan and Lee. We're sitting here eating and talking, and I realized I needed to attempt to transcribe some of this. I've already missed so much of what's been said, but I'll try to re-create some.

We spent awhile talking about how she wants to go see Dark Knight, but we don't think that would be okay for her. She says she still wants to see it, and she would hide during the bad parts when the Joker eats people because he eats so many people. We explained that he doesn't really eat people, but she doesn't believe us. So she moved on to say that if Wilson went with us, he would be scared that the joker would eat him, but Wilson would eat the Joker.

Just now, randomly, Reagan asked, "Don't you wish that this house got smashed and came back up? I don't wish that, I'm just asking if you do."

Reagan: Mama, what's your name?
Me: Katie.
Reagan: I meant your real name.
Me: That is my real name.
Reagan: No, that's your middle name. Your real name is Mommy. And Daddy's name is Daddy.

(picture stolen from Charlotte)