Love, and jewelry

The kids and I were sitting around the dining table last night, having just eaten dinner.  Nik came over to me and climbed up onto my right knee (he does this weird over-the-back-of-the-chair climb) and leaned into me.  And I leaned into him.  Anjali, looking at us with a pleased look on her face:

“You yuv Nikky, mommy?”

Me: “Yes, I love Nikky.”

Anjali: “You yuv me too, mommy?”

Me: “Yes, I love you too, Anju.”

Anjali: “And you yuv daddy?”

Me: “Yes.”

Anjali: “I yuv daddy.”

Then…”He bwing me NECKLACE!  On SATUHDAY!”*

* As he was leaving to go to work earlier this week, Pete asked the kids what they wanted him to bring back as presents.  Nik, after thinking for a while, said he wanted a toy or something.  When Pete turned to Anjali, there was no hesitation.  “A Necklace!”  And she still remembers.

Hope he remembers!

So it begins

Me: “Anjali, do you want dino nuggets with your noodles for dinner?”

Anjali: “Whatever.”

Upon further questioning, she told me that Ms. Angie at school had said it. Should be an interesting conversation on Wednesday, when I see Ms. Angie.

Partners in crime

Overheard while working at the computer:

Anjali: “Uh oh!”

Nik: “……”

Anjali: “You went peepee!”

Nik: “Yeah.”

Anjali: “You make a mess!”

Nik: “Yeah.”

Anjali: “Its okay. It’s only water.”

Nik: “You help clean up?”

Anjali: “Yes.”

Nik: “Here! Lets use this!” [I hear the toilet paper roll rattling around.]

Anjali: “Okay.”

A little while later, the toilet flushes.

Then I hear feet running to a bedroom. Then to another bedroom. Then drawers being opened. Then rustling. Then two sets of feet running back to the bathroom. Then the water faucet in the sink getting turned on. Then a bunch of giggling.

I finally decide to get up and take a look. They are both on the little stepstool, toothbrushes in hand, toothpaste all over their hands and faces, vigorously brushing their teeth.

Oh, and Nik is in a new pair of shorts.

Anjali: “I brushing me teeth, mama.”

Nik: “Yeah.  I brushing teeth too!”

So I ask Nik: “What happened to the orange shorts?”

Nik: “Its in the laundry basket.”

Me: “What happened? Did you pee in your shorts?”

Nik: “Yeah. I made a mess.”

Me: “Where?”

Anjali, pointing furiously to a spot on the bathroom floor: “RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!”

Then, “Its okay mama. We clean up!”

Taking my baby to work

Anjali, carrying her small paul purse on one arm, brings me her baby doll and an outfit for it: “Put the dress on my baby, mama!”

Me: “Okay..”

Anjali, watching me dress the baby: “I’m taking my baby to work.”

Me: “!”

Love me some flow charts

Sarah Palin’s debate strategy.