This is you

Lucy is a little girl who likes to play with dolls. She likes to dress them up. She likes to wheel them around in a stroller. She likes to tuck them into bed and give them kisses. It's all very sweet.
A recent birthday gift was a pair of magnetic dolls that can be dressed up in magnetic clothing much like paper dolls of yore. She loves this toy and makes daily use of it.
The other night I came home and I found one of the dolls heads. Just the head - in the living room. Lucy saw me holding it and said "this is you". Eventually, after a thorough excavation of the couch (where many treasures were uncovered), I found the body. When I showed her the body, again she said "This is you".
I'm sure there's a humorous interpretation out there.

Evolution

Rebecca seems mostly better.  I offered her a grilled cheese for lunch, and she declined, preferring toast and fruit.

A little while later she came up with this gem:

Becca:  "One time when I was a baby I liked grilled cheese.  But now that I'm a little girl I don't like it anymore."

Dad:  "Why don't you like it anymore?"

Becca:  "I liked it when I was a baby.  I don't like it now.  Because of evolution."

Becca sees creatures that dislike grilled cheese as further along the evolutionary chain.  Interesting.

Becca's a poor sickie

So Rebecca's been sick the last few days.  She'll seem somewhat better for a while, have a good appetite, be in good spirits, then wham, either back to the bathroom to clean up after an accident or she throws up.

She finds it quite upsetting, but she seems to recover ok with cuddles afterwards.

I got home tonight late after work to find Mom looking kind of frazzled.  Rebecca had thrown up in bed, meaning a couple loads of things to clean up afterwards, and some serious consolation after cleaning her up.

Apparently it was at this point that Rebecca said:

"I'm sick.  I threw up four times.  I'm four years old.  I don't want to ever turn five years old."

I went in to check on her late tonight to find out she'd slept right through soiling her sheets, so I had to wake her up and take her to the washroom to clean her off in the tub.

Tonight she said that she doesn't like the bathroom because it's "where bad things happen".

It's amazing how helpless you can feel when your child is sick and you have no way to make them feel better.

She does give awesome cuddles though when she's feeling down in the dumps.

They like it when they match

They like to be dressed alike.

Lucy turned two today

This is a pretty recent picture.
I don't know how it is possible that she is already two!!!

Rosetta's bad day

This is Lucy's Rosetta fairy doll.
I can't tell you how often I find her like this (although most dolls in the house end up naked). The same thing happens to Becca's Tink doll. What does it mean? I don't know.
Lucy will also shove all of her bathing suits into the holes of her shape-sorter elephant.

Sibling Cuddles

It's all great until they find an object of mutual interest