Saturday, September 29, 2012


I had just come back from being gone on a business trip for three days.  Not home 20 minutes, Milly did something dangerous so I had to yell to get her attention.  This absolutely crushed her little feelings and she started to sob hysterically.  So I went over, scooped her up, patted her back and told her, "Mommy's sorry honey - but I needed to get your attention fast, so I had to be loud. I didn't mean to break your little heart".     To which she lifted her head and looked at me with hangdog eyes and said "You did. You bwoke my hawt."   Ohhhh.  :(

Tuesday, September 25, 2012


In the car this morning I was running through my usual "The Help" based litany and this was my exchange with Milly:

Me:  Is Milly kind?
Milly: No. 
Me: Oh I think she is!  Milly is kind!  Is Milly smart?
Milly: No.
Me: Oh of course she is!  Is Milly important?
Milly:  No!  No I not 'portant.  I Milly!

Thursday, September 20, 2012


Last night Cora was having a rough go getting to sleep. It was a combination of a late nap butting up against bedtime and getting over being sick and going stircrazy.  So we gave her a small dose of melatonin (nectar of the gods for sleep deprived parents) and this was what she told me:

Cora:  Mom, do you know how melatonin works?
Me:  I'm curious. How?
Cora:  He travels up to your brain, and all your bad dreams, he throws them in the trash can.  The dreams you want to keep, he just holds on to them forever.  Or if you want none dreams that night, he puts them on a self in the pantry of your brain to save for later. Because that's where we put the food we don't eat right away - in the pantry.  And we save it for later.  Because if we ate it all at once we'd be out of food and that would be sad.

Sad indeed.