Thursday, March 31, 2016

31 March 2016

Trying to figure out what fruit the girls wanted for lunch tomorrow:

Me: There's mango if it's ripe.
Alyson: If there is mango, I want it, and if there's not mango, I don't want it.

Wednesday, March 30, 2016

30 March 2016

We went for a walk after dinner, which turned more into a run around the block, as usual. Alyson and I were behind Madelyn and Tony as they slowly gained more distance ahead of us (three-year-old legs can only go so fast).

Me to Alyson: Do you think you can catch up to them?
Alyson, not worried but running hard for her: Yeah, I can do it eventually.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

29 March 2016

Alyson and I have a reoccurring joke while cuddling that we are each other's "snugly toy". Usually, she says that she isn't a snugly toy. For that matter, when I give her lots of kisses, she tells me that she isn't a snack. 

I was laying on the couch while the girls were playing and waiting for Madelyn's piano teacher to get here. Alyson came up to me.

Alyson: Can I have Mommy cuddles?
Me, as I lifted her up on me: Sure.

Alyson, hugging me: Mommy, you're my favorite snugly toy.

Monday, March 28, 2016

28 March 2016

The girls both have analog alarm clocks that can be set to tell them what time they are allowed to get out of bed in the morning. Unfortunately, the two clocks can be set for the same time, but switch to daytime at slightly different times. This morning, Madelyn's clock had changed to daytime, but Alyson's hadn't, and she heard Madelyn up. Through the monitor, I watched Alyson get out of bed, turn her clock off, and leave her room to see Madelyn. Next thing I knew, Alyson was coming into our room crying.

Me: What's wrong?
Alyson, through the tears: Madelyn said I couldn't get up yet, but if I turn my clock back on, it will take even longer!

Sunday, March 27, 2016

27 March 2016

During the Homily at Mass this morning, Alyson looked up at me and asked, "When is the music going to start playing again?"

Saturday, March 26, 2016

26 March 2016

Madelyn mispronounced "asparagus" during dinner, so I started to spell it for her. Alyson started to copy me, but spelled, "A-S-T-M." We aren't sure were she learned about international technical standards.

Friday, March 25, 2016

25 March 2016

Alyson wanted to cuddle while we were trying to bake a cake for Easter dessert. I ended up getting the Ergo out so that she could cuddle and I could still bake with Madelyn. During dinner:

Me: Tell Daddy what you were in today.
Alyson: In Mommy!

(Um, no.)