Jesus' Beard

Auntie Carie was hanging out with Sadie today. Sadie was outside playing while Carie was sitting on the patio reading a book. The conversation went like this:

Carie: "I sure am glad that Jesus is strong. I sure do love Jesus."

Sadie: "I don't."

Carie: "What!? You don't love Jesus? Why?"

Sadie: "He has a beard."

Carie: "But what if he cut it off?"

Sadie: "Well, I don't know."

Later on Sadie was talking to me and said: "Mom, can Jesus take his beard off?"

I sure do hope she starts loving Jesus no matter what he looks like!!!

Like popcorn...

On Saturday we went to the beach with all the family. Both of Brian's brothers and their wives were with us. Brian took Sadie in the ocean and when they came back he said that a wave got Sadie pretty good, but she loved being out there anyway.

A little later, Sadie and I were walking to the restroom. The conversation went like this:

Me: "Did you like going out into the ocean?"

Sadie: "Yeah, but that yucky water got in my mouth."

Me: "Yeah, that water doesn't taste very good does it?"

Sadie: "No, it's yucky. It was like popcorn in my mouth, but it was yucky."

Me: "Hahahaha, yeah it's salty like popcorn isn't it?"

Sadie: "Yeah, but it was yucky."

Love this girl!!

"Hello, Grandpa?"

I overheard Sadie playing earlier. She was talking on her pretend phone. The conversation went like this:

"Hello, Grandpa, go get on a plane and come visit us in California. And can you bring Grandma too? Okay, talk to you later. Bye"

She must miss the Ohio Grands. We love you guys!

It's Good...

This morning (after returning from Ohio last night) Sadie said:

"Mom, it's good to be back in California"!!

Yes it is!!! Although we had a wonderful time with family in Ohio!

Apple-Cado

Tonight while stuffing our taco shells with all the fillings for dinner, Sadie saw the avocado sitting on the counter (it had been cut in half). She took a look at it and said:

"That apple-cado has a bouncy ball in it."

She thinks the middle seed in an avocado is a bouncy ball!

Mr. Potato Head

Last night while Sadie was in the bathtub playing with her "bathtub" Mr. Potato Head she said this:

"Mommy, Mr. Potato Head doesn't have eyebrows."

She's just my observant little one!

Missing Daddy

Brian is speaking at a camp this week in Texas. We have been watching him online every evening. As we were watching him tonight, Sadie went into her room and came back into my room where we were watching with her little suitcase and backpack. The conversation went like this:

Sadie: "I'm going to the airport."

Me: "Oh really? Where are you going?"

Sadie: "To Texas."

Me: "Are you going to see Daddy?"

Sadie: "Yep."

We are all ready for Daddy to be back home!

Fireworkers

The other day we were talking to Sadie about Independence Day. We said she would probably see a lot of fire works. She had seen the fire works at Disneyland the day before. The conversation went like this:

Brian: "Do you know what tomorrow is?"

Sadie: "Uh, CHURCH!"

Brian: "Right and it's called Independence Day. There will be a lot of fireworks tomorrow."

Sadie: "Yeah, the firecrackers will be scary."

Me: "Scary, who told you they will be scary and who called them firecrackers?"

Sadie: "Joe calls them firecrackers and he asked his mom if he was gonna be scared."

Brian and me: "hahaha".

Brian: "Yeah, so tomorrow we will see a lot of fire works. It will be fun."

Sadie: "Because I will see a lot of fire workers?"

Brian: "What?"

Sadie: "Fire workers in the sky."

Brian and me: "Oh, ha, yep."

So, watching Brian tonight speak at a youth camp in Texas, he mentions this conversation to the crowd. Sadie listening in looks at me and says:

Sadie: "Can we go to Disneyland with them sometime and see the fire workers?"

Me: (trying to listen to Brian online more than her) "Sure, we can go sometime."

Sadie: "With them?"

Me: "Who?"

Sadie: "With those people that Daddy is talking to."

Me: "Oh, those people. We'll see." (There are only about 700 teenagers there - and she wants them all to come to Disneyland with her to see the "fire workers".)

The girl is an includer. She wants everybody to be able to experience what she does.

Blue Gel-O

Sunday mornings are usually spent hanging out in our master bathroom getting ready for church. Braden sits in the bouncy seat on the counter either with Sadie on the counter at his side or playing with all my purses in the closet. Brian stands at his side getting ready and I'm at the other.

This morning this is the conversation between Sadie and Brian...

Sadie: "Daddy, Mommy and I bought you something at Target."

Brian: "Oh really? What did you get for me?"

Sadie: "Something for your hair."

Brian: "Oh yeah?"

Sadie: "Yeah, it's jello. Blue jello for your hair."

Brian: "Blue jello, really? For my hair? That's crazy!"

Poor Sadie has the blue hair gel confused with blue jello! So now, of course, the running joke around here is "blue jello for the hair".

I'm Not Momma

This morning Braden and Sadie were sitting on the counter in my bathroom while I was getting ready. Braden was in the bouncy seat. The conversation went like this:

Braden: (babbling, not really knowing what he's saying) "mama, mama. baba, mama"

Sadie: "hey, he said Momma!"

Me: "mm hmm"

Sadie: (to Braden) "I'm not Momma. Braden, I'm not Momma. Sadie. Say Sadie. Saaa - dieeee, Saaa - dieeee".

Braden: (blowing raspberries) "blpppth"

Sadie: (blowing raspberries) "blpppth"

Braden: "blpppth"

Sadie: "blpppth"