Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Ameliaisms

Amelia singing to herself, "Jingle bells, Jingle bells, jingle all the way! Oh what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh, HEY!" then turns to me as if to explain "We just say the 'HEY!' because its hard not to."

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Tess was picking out her clothes one morning before school. She showed me a tunic she wanted to wear and asked what pants would go best with it. I said, "Tess, your straight leg jeans would look really good with that."

Amelia was sitting on the bed watching. After I said that to Tess, she cocked her head to the side and her brow wrinkled in confusion. She picked up her legs and lined them up in front of her. She looked down at them and asked, "Why are those pants for straight legs? Aren't my legs straight?"

I answered her smiling, "Yes, Amelia, your legs are very straight." Then we had a fashion lesson as I explained the difference between, bootcut, straight leg and skinny jeans.

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I love old movies. One of my most favorite channels is the Turner Classic Movie channel. We don't have that channel right now because it wasn't included in the very ESPN package that was way more necessary. However, we have the FOX movie channel on preview. I have been able to record some of my favorite movies. I lay in bed watching one of them one evening on a small television in our room when Amelia came in an plopped down beside me. She snuggled up next to me and lay quietly watching the movie for a few minutes. Never quiet for long she spoke, "Momma, did you know that the color came out of your T.V.?"

I explained how that was the way most films were made long ago. She didn't seem very impressed, kissed me and soon left me to watch the large, colored programming downstairs.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Somewhere we can keep an eye on you....

Papa, Eric's dad, shared this story with me and I wanted to pass it along to you.

Amelia, my 5 year old, was visiting with her Papa the other day and they had a conversation that went like this:

Amelia: Papa, we have got to get you in a nursery home.

Papa: A nursery home?

Amelia: Yeah. A nursery home. That is where old people go. Where they can keep an eye on you.

Papa: Why do I need to go there?

Amelia: My class went to sing a nursery home and Jay's grandpa was there. He got to hear us sing. I didn't get to sing to you because you weren't there.

Papa: Well, you can sing to me here.

Amelia: It isn't the same. They will take care of you there.

Papa: Would they feed me?

Amelia: I'm not sure about that. You sure do need to go to a nursery home.