Thursday, May 20, 2010

Gotcha 4!

Monday was Juliet's Gotcha! day--four years since we first met her, in Nanning. The years have been wonderful, and joyous, and made me far happier than I could have imagined.

I noticed that the ancient formatting of this blog meant that it was hard to find the posts from the actual adoption trip, and updated things. The new Archive widget should show all of the entries from 2006.

Saturday, June 06, 2009

At least we know she's listening

Cliff was lying in bed this morning as Juliet was wandering around our room.  "I need a hug.  Juliet, may I please have a hug?"  "Not if you whine," she told him serenely without missing a beat.

Friday, March 27, 2009

We hope Daddy is third, at least

Juliet is feeling better after a miserable cold, so she and I decided to walk to the corner for ice cream last night. When we came back in with the ice cream, she said, "Let's eat it all, 'cause we're girls!"

"Oh, let's save some for Daddy, Juliet. I like him."

"I like him, too, but not best."

"Oh?"

"I like Mommy and TV best."

Monday, January 19, 2009

A mess!

I walk in on Juliet in the living room, where she has assembled a midden of newspapers, towels, pillows, random toys, and the clean bedsheets that we're supposed to take to school for her to nap on.

Me: Juliet, what are you doing?
J: I'm making a mess!
Me: Oh?
J: Yes, it's really horrible.

At least she knows what she's up to. And, she said that she would clean it up when she's done.

Monday, January 05, 2009

I'm HUNGRY

Juliet is in the midst of a growth spurt: she's been eating huge amounts of food, and I swear she's an inch taller after Christmas vacation.

As Joyce was tucking her in this evening, in her PJs and having brushed her teeth, Juliet decided to campaign for more food:

"I'm hungry."

"Could I have food?"

"I just want food so I can grow big like Cade." (her classmate)

"Oh man, I never get food!"

"I wish I could have food."

"Mommy, can I have food?"

"I'm hungry right now!" -- repeated a dozen times.

Then she cried for about five minutes, and pointed to her mouth for another five minutes.

Reader, we fed her cheese.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Someone's Got To Do Them

Juliet fended off my attempts to wrestle her into her pajamas last night. "No! I'll do it! It's MY JOB!"

So I asked her, "What are the things that are Mommy's job?"

She thought for a moment. "Dangerous things."