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Aubrey Said: I Wanna Go to Africa

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This morning when Aubrey woke up I was online looking at a friends pictures from a trip to Africa…Timbuktu to be exact. Aubrey climbed in my lap as I looked at them and asked a million and one questions. Here are just a few of them:
Aubrey: Momma, is that Disney World?
Me: No, baby. It’s Africa.
Aubrey: Momma, why is everyone there tan?
Me: That’s the way God made them. Everyone doesn’t look like we do.
Aubrey: Oh. I want to be tan. I want my freckles to go away. How come those kids are naked Momma?
Me: Because all children in the world don’t have clothes like you do.
She was quiet for a few minutes until we got to some pictures of my friend Johanna riding a camel.
Aubrey: Renember the time WE went to Africa when I was a little girl?
Me: Honey, we’ve never been to Africa.
Aubrey: YES we did! Renember we saw the giraffe, and the lion and the REAL alligator!
Me: Baby, that wasn’t Africa. That was the Birmingham Zoo.
Aubrey: Oh.

Aubrey Said: Sing Me a Wuwa-bye

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After a long day of church, cooking out with neighbors and playing on a gigantic inflatable water slide- my big girls were pooped. I was tucking them in the bed and Aubrey, my almost kindergartner looked me in the eye and said in the sweetest little voice, “Momma, will you sing me a wuwa-bye?”
Sigh. My heart melted and I asked her what she wanted me to sing.
Aubrey: The Dumbo Song, and Momma, will you scratch my back.
There was no way I could refuse her, so I sang to her for a few minutes before I slid over to Emma’s bed to give her equal attention. After singing the chorus about three times, Aubrey raised her head from her pillow and said, “Momma…I fink it’s time for you to weave now.”

Emma Goes to Big Church

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Emma (3) was very leery of going to church this morning, for some reason she has been a real “Momma’s Baby” over the last week. In order to get us all out the door (sort of on time) I told her she could go to big church with Mommy and Daddy, kind of hoping she would forget before we got there.

Of course she remembered, so we dropped her sisters off in their classes and found seats in the worship center. I had come prepared, with a clipboard, pens and a purse full of gum and I wasn’t too worried as Pastor Greg took the podium at Seacoast Church, that she would act up.

She sat with her hands primly folded in her lap for about sixty seconds before the fidgeting and extremely loud whispering began. “MOMMA, WHY IS HE TALKING?” she whispered loud enough for everyone in the balcony to hear. “MOMMA, I WIKE YOU NECK-WACE! IT SO COOT!” She kept on “whispering” until I finally offered her a piece of gum to give her something else to do with her mouth.

She happily chewed her gum and rolled the wrapper in her hands to make a little ball, which she promptly pitched over the balcony.

Oops!

My apologies to the random stranger she no doubt beaned in the head…maybe they thought it was God moving…

Her favorite part of the service was definitely snack time, i.e. communion, where she helped herself to a handful of bread. Thankfully for everyone in the balcony, she overlooked the community goblet.

Robin’s Chicks T-Shirts

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Hello Chicks and Chick Magnets!

I’ve had some requests from a couple of co-head cheerleaders for t-shirts sporting the Robin’s Chicks logo. I am looking into the costs involved and wondering how many people would be interested in buying one. I’ll keep the cost as low as possible, enough to cover the shirt and shipping. The guys shirt will be manly and have a different logo on it.

If you are interested just leave your name and t-shirt size in the comments section so I can get an idea of where to start.

Double Trouble

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Another day, another round of timeouts. I told you yesterday about Emma crying while Aubrey sat in timeout totally unimpressed. This morning I walked in on a heated argument over a Barbie doll, just in time to see Aubrey shove Emma. She looked up and saw me and said, “Oops! I’m sorry Momma, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it!” I didn’t say a word, but simply pointed to the timeout corner.

She assumed the position and as I was setting the kitchen timer, Emma marched up to her sister, stepped on her foot and FLEXED in her face…a la Hulk Hogan. WHAT the?

I sighed and assigned Emma a different corner.

Double Trouble

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We went to play in our yard this afternoon. The big girls were having a blast making a pot of “soup” until Aubrey (4) picked up the ginormous lid to the pot and bashed Emma’s (3) head with it like she was crashing cymbals together. The attack was totally unprovoked, I witnessed the entire thing as I sat on a bench feeding Sadie her bottle.

Aubrey was immediately exiled to timeout. I set the kitchen timer for five minutes and told her I didn’t want to hear ONE word out of her until the timer went off or we would start over. After approximately 45 seconds Emma came into the den crying and said, “Momma, can my sister come pway wif me? Her is sooo sobby.”
Me: Honey, she is in timeout for hitting you.
(Still complete silence from the timeout corner.)
Emma: (begins crying) But Momma, I wub her, and I want to pway wif her….

WHAT is wrong with this picture?

Emma’s Antics

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At the request of several readers here are some recent pics of Emma “helping me.” Here is Emma dressed for a successful day of hanging on the sink like a monkey washing dishes, dressed in nothing but a pair of tights. Isn’t that what you wear to wash dishes?

The next pic is another fine example of Emma’s fascination with body art. I actually have dreams all of the time that she comes home from pre-school with real tattoos covering her body…creepy, on a three year old anyway.