Tonight, I was asking Rachel what she wanted for dinner and giving her a few suggestions. Usually on Sunday nights, we "snack" on whatever we can pull together. So, tonight she said, "You know, I didn't like those potatoes and I didn't like the green beans (from last night's dinner), so I think I should just eat "N a Mim's" for dinner! (all with a big grin on her face). Nice try, Kid. We didn't end up having M&M's. She had yogurt, a banana, and some strawberries - a bit more healthy than N a Mim's, wouldn't you say? :)
Then after dinner we were sitting in the floor after she got her PJ's on and we were stretching like she does for dance class - which that needs to be a whole 'nother blog on why I love that she's in her dance class at our church. Anyway, we were stretching and she was being the "teacher" and telling me what I needed to do. Then she showed me some of the moves. It was pretty cute to listen to her spout off dance/ballet terms and actually do them correctly. I love it! So then after we danced, she decided she wanted to play school. She was the teacher and her name was Bella. I don't think I had a name. Oh, I forgot, while we were stretching, she was talking to the supposed other kids in our class there on the living room floor and their names were Emily and Chester. I was informed Chester was a girl. Chester is probably bitter at her mom for naming her that, but I guess that's neither here nor there. On to playing school. She pretended to have a board behind her and the subject for the day was dolphins. "Ok", she said, "do the dolphins jump or swim?" I answered, "they swim". Apparently that isn't correct because she said, "noooooo" in such a way that she was fishing for the other answer. So I said, "They jump?" And that answer got a big grin and a hearty "That's RIGHT!" Then she proceeded to ask me several other questions about the dolphin and she also asked our imaginary friends Ella and Tyler about the dolphins. That little child has an amazing imagination and I love playing with her. She is so entertaining.
And then Porter decided that right before I got all his clothes off to change him into his PJ's, it would be an ever so lovely idea to vomit all over his floor mat. Nice. That was pretty gross, but he was grinning so big that he must've thought it was great! Thankfully it was on something we could throw in the washer.
I'm watching a show right now on Lifetime called "Your Mama Don't Dance". It's a show where mothers and sons are in a dance competition against other mothers and sons. I must say that all the sons I've seen so far are a little less than masculine.
Time for bed. This time change junk is for the birds!!