Whatever It Takes...: Mylee's dance class

These are some shots of Mylee at her dance class. It was parents day and she was so cute in class. It is so fun to see what she is learning she loves dance. I can't get her to take her leotard and tights off when she is finished. She sleeps in it. So cute. Mylee loves everything about dance. They do Ballet, Tap, and Jazz.

Kids say the funniest things...

Halle: Trick or Treat

person that she doesn't know says, "oh you look so cute."

Halle: what's your name?

person that she doesn't know says some name I can't remember.

Halle: "Where is your bedroom?"

person laughs and attempts to give Halle candy

Halle: I don't like that kind of candy. Do you have Airheads?"

person says well here come see what you would like.

Halle: I only want Airheads. You don't have them.

We leave as I, the proud mother apologizes and makes any excuse for the boldness of my 4 year old.

Me: "Halle what do you do in the temple?"

Halle: "Oh, mommy that's where you get married. Mommy who am I going to marry?"

Me: "I don't know, you are only 3, don't worry about it right now."

Halle: "But, I want my own baby." (She remembered from an earlier conversation that you must get married before you get a baby:))

Me: "Well when your a lot bigger you can get married and then you can have a baby."

Halle: "After I get married in the temple, then how do I get my baby?"

Me: (silently groaning and wishing her father were here to give some insight on the subject) "Halle, how do you think you get your baby?" (nice way to dodge the question.)

Halle: "I will go up to Katie (my friend who has a new little baby boy Jack.) and I will say GIVE ME YOUR BABY!"

Grandma Sue: "Halle please don't bother Abby."

Halle: "Well, if I do bother Abby, will you stop me?"

Kaeslyn (the babysitter): "It's ok to go to sleep Halle."

Halle: "Well..I just want to hang out."

Mylee sits up on the love sac and accidently passes gas:) She says: "Mom, why does our bum have to toot?"

Mom: with a sigh gives some explanation about how gas has to pass and it makes a noise...or something...

Mylee sits there contemplating for awhile then says: "Mom....Why does it have THAT AWEFUL Smell?"

To which mom gives another sigh and secretly wishes her father were here to answer this question, all the while beating herself up inside because she knows she needs to answer her daughter, gives some lame answer about the food we eat and the fact that it passes our..well... if you don't know..GOOGLE IT." (I hope you know I am totally kidding..i really explained it to her.)

I was having a sad moment and little Abby came toddling over and as I was crying she began making silly faces and trying to tickle me, while saying some tickle sound that I must do when I tickle her...it was so sweet she made me so happy:) without saying a word.

Whatever It Takes...

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Mylee's dance class

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