Guilt trips

Boy, do they learn early. Sarah's in another jealous stage right now, so when she sees me doing something with the Rooster, or giving him something or hugging him, she lays it on thick. She'll stick that lower lip out, lower her chin to her chest, cut her eyes up at me and mumble, "You never give me kisses."

Or, "You never let me have a cookie," or "You never play with me."

WHAT!?!?! Yeah, right!

The other day I gave the Rooster an empty toilet paper roll and she gave me that look and said, "You never give me one of those." I frowned at her and said, "I can't count how many of those I've given you in your short life!" "But you didn't give me one now!" "There isn't another one to give you!" She "harumphed" and shuffled off. It wasn't 2 minutes later that I had to take it from him anyway because he kept trying to eat it. Gaw! If it had been a paper towel roll I would have cut it in half to satisfy them both.

The other day when she told me that I "never give her ______" I gave her a taste of her own medicine. I assumed the position and said, "Well you never listen to me. And you never do what I say. And you never clean your room. And you never help me." She gave me an angry look and said, "You hush, Mommy."

Hehe. Neener neener!

Egg Hunting

We had a great time Saturday at Crestwood North's egg hunt again! Thanks to the Lamphere's for hanging out with us and all. :) And just because Sarah didn't have nearly enough candy, the Easter Bunny stopped by in the wee hours of the morning and left more! We were out finding eggs at 7am.

As usual, I forgot the camera Saturday, but Steph was kind enough to send some our way:

Sarah, the egg hunter

Weird Dreams

Sarah has taken to crawling into our bed around 3am lately. She's a pure bed hog. She steals my pillow, kicks, hits and flops all over the place. What a pain. On the other hand, she is quite snuggly so that makes up for it... a little.

Anyway, the other morning she was snuggled up with me (I think I had about 2 inches of room left on the bed) when she starts crying - really crying.

Me: What's the matter?
Sarah: Mommy, I dreamed that you were eating too much bread... *sniffle, sob* and then you turned to stone! You and Daddy and Cloostifer!
Me: Aww, it's okay, sweetie. Everyone's fine. It was just a dream.
Sarah: *sob* But you turned to stone! *more sobbing*

I know where the "turned to stone" came from. We bought the DVD "Chronicles of Narnia" the other day and Sarah was glued to the screen. If you don't know the story of "The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe," the white witch turns people to stone. So there's that.

But the bread thing? I have no idea. She has a crazy imagination sometimes. ;) But I'll be sure not to eat too much bread in the future.