Tonight our “adopted” sister, Lauren (11), spent the night for one of the girls’ very first sleepovers. Aubrey(5) and Lauren were determined they could share a twin-size bed. Emma, however, wasn’t “down” for even sharing her room with someone else and asked in the sweetest and most adorable voice EVER, if she could “Pwease, pwease sweep in your bed wif you Momma?” I told Emma that was fine just for tonight but Aubrey and Lauren were determined to sleep in the same bed regardless, and didn’t give a hoot if there was an extra bed or not.

I checked on Aubrey and Lauren a few times this evening and all was well, even though they were squished into one bed, they were perfectly happy about it.

I was trying to get Sadie settled down for the night, when Aubrey came walking into the den with Moo, her favorite stuffed animal slung over her shoulder. (Who happens to be a hot pink giraffe…)

Aubrey: Mommy, I don’t fink dere’s enough room in my bed.
Me: That’s OK. Lauren can sleep in Emma’s bed.
Aubrey: Well…(her eyes filled with tears) I’ve been thinking about Emma.
Me: You have?
Aubrey: Mm-hmm, and I want her. Can you go get her for me? (Her voice actually cracked, pitiful!)
Me: Honey, she is asleep in my bed.
Aubrey: Can I go get in there wif her Momma?

Why can’t they like each other this much when they are both AWAKE?

UPDATE: (Per Dairy Queen’s request!) Aubrey slept in her bed, Lauren slept in Emma’s bed, Emma slept in my bed, Sadie slept in my arms and I didn’t sleep at all…

We are having a small family party for Aubrey’s fifth birthday and she has been enthusiastically discussing all the details. She is having some trouble deciding between an ice cream cake, a chocolate layer cake and cupcakes but is sure she wants a “Princess Pirate” theme. While I was cleaning the kitchen after lunch she asked sweetly, “Mommy can I please have a pagina for my birthday?”
Me: A WHAT?
Aubrey: You know a pahina…like Emma had.
Me: Ohhhh, a PINATA!
Aubrey: That’s what I said!

Random bits of conversation I’ve overheard Aubrey say to Emma today.

“Why did you put the soap in the toilet?”

“Here, let me help you do a handstand…”

“Hey, for my birfday party can I borrow your earrings? I fink they’ll look cute on me.” (Neither of them have pierced ears…)

“Pretend I’m a mouse and you’re going to get me…”

While I’ve been hanging out with a sick Emma this afternoon Aubrey has been outside with her daddy. She came in a little while ago and patted her pocket and said, “I gotta dog bisthcuit in here.”
Me: You do? What are you going to do with it?
Aubrey: I’m going to take it to Mr Jerry’s house and feed it to Belle.

A few minutes later she walked back in the door.
Me: Did you give Belle the dog biscuit?
Aubrey: Yep. She totally barfed it up on the carpet though. It wasth stho gwoss.

Oops, sorry neighbor.

After a long night of musical beds and The Stomach Virus from Hell 2.0, our entire family has spent most of the day in our pajamas.

Zeb, Aubrey (5), Emma (3…also currently The Afflicted) and I were all lolling about in the bed watching old school cartoons. (Mighty Mouse, to be exact- from the dollar bin at Wal-Mart.)

Anywho, we were all laying in the bed and Aubrey pushed Zeb on top of me, jumped on his back and yelled, “STHACK THAT STHANDWICH!”

Huh?

Aubrey is laying on the couch watching Modern Marvels with her daddy, (about cheese-making if you MUST know) and just blurted out about 5 times in a row, “Don’t hate me, hate the game.”

THANK YOU, 11-year-old-neighbor-child/surrogate-daughter, for teaching my four-year old how to talk like a real “baller.”

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