::Blows off the dust::
Somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle of Time that happens between Christmas and New Years, I forgot how to word. It was fun there for a while, but I suppose that writing to remember requires, well, WRITING. Words. Actual words. Strung together to create sentences.
But first, a few random things I want to make sure I remember. Mila is on fire with the witty comebacks and quotes and such lately, and it needs to be documented.
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Miss Mila is currently sick with a life-threatening Man Cold. She's miserable. So miserable. And whiny. In the midst of deciding she needed me (while sitting in my lap, mind you), she was clinging and burrowing and when the adults started talking, she bolted upright and yelled, "THE BABY IS TRYING TO SLEEP."
So, yeah, she still calls herself "the baby." Always.
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She is now calling Alexis "my sister." As in, "Look at the pretty lights, my sister." It's hilarious.
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I'm constantly reminding the more responsible members of the household to keep their valuables up and out of Mila's reach. At one point, I told Alexis to move something so that the "two-foot tall beast" couldn't reach it.
Alexis is the most literal of literal humans, so she had to correct me. "She's three-feet tall, Mom," she replied.
Mila is the most know-it-all of humans, so she chimed in, "No, the baby is bear feet."
She was wearing her bear feet flippers.
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The main Carnegie Library is filled with hidden little treasures. We spend a lot of time there, so the girls are collecting their favorites. Alexis' most recent favorite discovery is a little spot in the library that overlooks the Carnegie Museum of Natural History. Basically, you can look down at one of the dinosaur exhibits through a window.
It's her spot. You can't have it.
In spending time there, Alexis told Mila to look down. "Look, there are dinosaurs down there!" she explained.
"No, that's just a pile of bones," Mila replied.
She wasn't wrong.
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Christmas was a smashing success around these parts. I will eventually write details about it and such, but the gist of it is that Mila was REALLY very happy about getting new underwear and shampoo. I'm not even kidding - when I asked her what her favorite thing was that she got from Santa, she said, "shampoo."
I'm not sure why Santa bothered delivering that bike she asked to get.
ANYWAY.
Santa is a good guy and we're done threatening him if he touches Mila's cookies. Instead, she now wants him to come back. Right now. There needs to be more presents and stuff, you guys. Mila has made her case for Santa's return by offering to share her shampoo with him.
That's how you know she's seriously in love with the guy.
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There have been extensive conversations about how Santa gets in the house around here. There are books and movies and all sorts of evidence that supports Alexis' description of events. Mila thinks "my sister" is an idiot, though.
"How does Santa get in?" Mila asks.
"He comes down the chimney!" Alexis replies.
"No, he comes through the door," Mila retorts.
They've had that exact conversation at least a thousand times in the past two weeks.
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I've been neglecting my saltwater aquarium for a very long time. There was a day when Mila decided to feed the fish an entire bottle of food plus a piece of pizza. I cleaned it right after that (because OBVIOUSLY), but not since. Thus, it was in scary shape when I talked Mila into helping me do some cleaning. She kept asking why the water smelled bad and why it was green and eventually she forced me to answer "Because the fish pooped in there."
It's true! They did! And "Mommy is a slacker and never cleans this thing" wasn't getting her to stop asking. So.
Since then, Mila has taken to telling everyone she sees that there's poop in our fish tank. People make really strange faces she she says it, so I can only imagine what they're thinking.
Sorry, random lady in Target who was just trying to buy cotton balls.