How to tell my girls are Southern...

Katie makes "yes" take four syllables and a four note scale: "uy-YAh-u-sa"

Anna saw me writing a note this morning and asked, "Are you thanking her for the lovely?" 

Clearly, every written correspondence begins, "Thank you for the lovely..." Right?

How Babies Are Made



Katie reading a classic she found at the farm a few weeks ago.
We left the book in the Pennsylvania, but I think it made an impression.

 Tonight, I was reading Freddy the Dectective to the girls before bed. Though it is above her level, Anna was paying close attention asking "What is a sheriff?" or "Who are the robbers?" and "Are they the bad guys?" 

But her next question surprised me. I have tried to relate it as accurately as possible, though I think I went catatonic for several minutes.

AEB: "Do all human babies come out of people's butts?"

JGB: "Um. . . Well. . . it isn't really your butt...."

KGB: [trying to help me out] "Anna, babies are made out of private parts, and that is why you need to take good care of your privates."

JGB: "Um. . ."

AEB: "Well, when will I have a baby in my tummy?"

JGB: "After you get married." [This one I knew the answer to.]

AEB: "Well, who will I marry?"

KGB: "You could marry Sam, or Rob, or maybe both!"

JGB: "Um. . . I like to only marry one person."

AEB: "Ok, I want a roller skating party on roller skates. At Pump It Up."

JGB: "Um... for your wedding?"

AEB: "Yep. With roller skates."

KGB: "I'll make the cake!"

When I related this story to Ronnie his first priority was to lock down the plans for the wedding reception at the inflatables warehouse. He also offered to get chicken fingers.

Lovely Luawana Lady

under the big top

"She flies through the air with the greatest of ease... 

That daring young girl on the flying trapeze..."

We've been steeped in The Greatest Show on Earth this week. Every day is better with a little Jimmy Stewart and Charleton Heston. And the spangles! And the drama! Katie and Anna are smitten.

And hence, our acrobatic performance on the swings. Aunt Kate gave the girls yellow tutu bathing suits for their birthdays. Perfect for high flying trapeze work. 

My very own Betty Hutton in a hayfield.