In lieu of any actual blog material, I’m going to post some tid-bits from Allie recently. The past few days have been insanely busy, and the craziness looks as if it intends to continue on into the weekend.
Allie: My booty’s kind of hurting.
Me: Why?
Allie: Well…I just been diggin’ it.
Me: Diggin’ it??
Allie: Yeah, you know, just diggin’ my crack.
Such a modest girl. She takes after her father.
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Allie: Mom, will you take me to Hollywood?
Me: Hollywood? You’re three years old. What do you know about Hollywood?
Allie: That’s where Dolly Parton lives?!?
Me: OH, you mean Dollywood?
Allie: Yeah, that’s what I said. Dollywood. I love Dolly Parton.
Me: ?!?!?
Yes, for those of you that just tuned in, Allie has recently become a die hard Dolly fan?
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Allie: Mommy, I’ve got a baby in my belly?
Me: WHAT?
Allie: a baby. in my belly.
Me: you do? What sort of baby?
Allie: two of them. A brother and a sister.
Me: a brother and a sister for who?
Allie: just for my own self. *insert smug face*
Me: :Well, good luck That’s the only way you’re getting a brother and a sister for the next few years.
Allie: whatever. *eye roll*
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Me: Allie, do you want to go outside and slide?
Allie: Your mom does.
Yes, I got your mommed earlier this week. Thanks, Adam.
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Sometimes I wonder if she has a snowball’s chance in hell of being normal. I sort of hope not. I love how quirky she is for just three, and I’m really happy that I’m raising my child in a house where laughter is the prevailing sound. I love my little crack-diggin’ girl.
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