Overheard

On our way to Texas this past week for our annual family vacation, we connected in Atlanta and ate at the food court. Terribly upset that I failed to get an egg roll with our lunch, she pitched a mini-fit in line & I got very grumpy.

So on the way back from Texas, in line at the same Mandarin Express in the same Atlanta concourse, Miranda said, "Oh good, I like this food. But Mommy," she says very seriously, "make sure and get the little roll this time. I don't want to go through all that again."

Hyperbole, thy name is Wunchie

Miranda is developing quite a flair for conversational rhetoric. Here are a few of her latest quips:

• (After wrapping me in a jumprope) "Mommy, I'm putting you in jail, and you have to stay there for a really long time." "How long, honey?" "For at least a million years, or maybe longer. Let's just see."
• (After entering the home of a preschool friend, Tyler) "Tyler's mommy, you have a wonderful kitchen. I mean, it's just wonderful."
• (Upon reaching for the measuring spoons to eat her cereal, and being refused) "But Mommy, I've been eating with those spoons for about... 36 years."

Outdoors in the Springtime

We've been trying to get outdoors as much as possible, especially on the days without rain. From our new house, it's only half a mile to the Kroger, so sometimes we just walk. Miranda wanted to ride her little tricycle, and since we only had a few items to purchase, she graciously toted them home in the tricycle's trunk. And we're off! Grocery delivery at its finest.

Helping Mommy water the spring flowers.

The finished product.