Taste in Clothes
Last Wednesday morning, Ivie woke up early (6:45a), so she chilled in our room while Dale showered and dressed and I went downstairs to make my lunch and cut the day's round of Magic Bars for Dale's clients.
Upon my return upstairs, Dale was in his closet getting dressed in his typical work attire (slacks/dress shirt). As Ivie watched him choose his clothes, she struck up the following conversation:
Ivie (in her recent "dress-up" frame of mind): Daddy, what are you dressing up like?
Dale: I'm getting dressed for work!
Ivie: Oooooooohhhhh. Well... I don't even like that.
Dale: You don't?!? I'm sorry!
Apparently Ivie doesn't agree with Dale's taste in clothing...
There's a southern saying that Dale's mom, Emma Jean ("Grandma"), uses with the girls all the time. Whenever she's craving a hug, she will say to them, "Come here and give me some sugar!". Ivie, at least, knows what Grandma's after and generally obliges....
Yesterday morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table, working on my computer. Taking a break from her various activities, Ivie drifted over and asked if she could sit on my lap. After climbing up, she looked me in the eye and asked, "Can you give me lots of sugar, Mommy?!?".
I, of course, was more than happy to accommodate.
Around 9:30p last night, an hour and a half after getting in her bed, Ivie was still awake. Dale and I were downstairs watching television, and every once in a while we heard random noises coming from her room. Thuds, to be specific.
After 20 minutes or so, Dale went up to check on her. When he asked her what she was doing, she said she was "building a Christmas Tree".
At 5a when I went in to attempt to calm her out of a coughing spell, she was quick to point her "tree" out to me, as well.
So I thought it only fitting to share it with you...