Chicken Issues

Molly Toddler has never been a big meat eater. She doesn't mind eating a small portion, but the girl would just rather have a huge plate of broccoli. This isn't a bad thing, but it does mean that we've not hashed out the finer points of where meat comes from... til now.

After eating at Chic-Fi-La, Daddy Toddler and Molly started talking about eating chicken. He was trying to convince her that they were, in fact, eating chickens.

Molly: Well, we eat "chicken" but we don't eat animal chicken.

Daddy: No sweetie, we do eat animal chickens.

Molly: No! You can't just bite a chicken! We have to be nice to animals. And.... it would cluck in your mouth!

I think her confusion is understandable. Because of modern grocery stores, the meat we buy looks nothing like the animal it comes from. (Except in the case of the boss.) Anyway, I think it's hilarious that she's envisioning going up to a live chicken and just taking a big 'ol bite.

She and I had a conversation the next day about different kinds of food, how our bodies need things like protein and vitamins, and herbivores, carnivores, and omnivores. About 3/4 of the way through she looked at me, sighed and said "Mom... you are talking too much".

Family Matters

One of the few perks of living in the great state of LA, is that we are close to family. The Toddler girls love seeing their grandparents often, and it's great to have support from relatives. My girls have a very special love for their "Uncle Rynan". He's been wrapped around their little fingers for almost 4 1/2 years, and is an awesome uncle.

The other day, Molly came into the living room with plaid shorts on. Since it's January, I told her that shorts weren't the best choice.

Molly: But Mom! They're just like what Uncle Ryan wears! I look beautiful like he does!

As troublesome as my beautiful girl taking fashion tips from a grungy male college student might be, it pales in comparison to another recent situation.

I had my hand on my tummy, and Molly stuck out her belly, started rubbing it, and innocently said...

Molly: There's a baby in my tummy too! It's Uncle Ryan's baby!

After I finished stifling my laughter, I did my best to explain to her that Uncle Ryan couldn't be her baby's daddy.

Me: People that are in families don't get married to each other. You have to marry someone that's not already in your family. When two people get married, they make a new family! So when your daddy and I got married, we made a new family. Then we wanted it to grow, so we had you and Lucy.

Clearly I didn't make much of an impact...

Molly (gently cradling a doll the next day): Look mommy! It's Uncle Ryan's baby that was in my tummy!

::Sigh::

What's "the Boss"?

Molly: What are you cooking?

Me: Chicken

Molly: What kind of chicken?

Me: Just a whole chicken.

Molly: Oh! Maybe it's like "the boss"!

Who's "the boss"? It's more like what's "the boss"?

A year or so ago, Daddy Toddler was playing a game called Super Meat Boy. It's an homage to 8 bit arcade games featuring crazy hard levels and minimal graphics. Anyway, Molly was quite fascinated by it, and frequently built "Burmie Boy" out of Legos.

One day she came into the living room and told me she was going to scare me. She proceeded to whip out this:

Me: Um... Molly, that's not scary. That's a pretend turkey.

Molly: No mommy. It's a boss.

Me: A boss?

Molly: Yes. Like in Burmie Boy.

I think she was talking about this guy:

I guess I can see it. After that day (for the last year or so) when she wants to try to scare us, she brings out the boss. It's a hilarious Molly specific thing :-)

Saturday Highlights 1/22/12

We were listening to Trans Siberian Orchestra in the car.

Molly: Mommy, this is really fun Pirate Music!

Lucy sat down on a doll, realized it, and retrieved the toy.

Lucy (worriedly): Oh, I'm sorry baby!

Me: Lucy, I love you sooooo much.

Lucy: Um... I love-a-sammich! Eat?

I see where I stand...

I'm excited to get to feature more Lucy quotes. She'll be 2 in less than a month and has a lot to say!

1/18/12 NEW POST!!!

How did almost two months go by without a blog post? Oops!

Today, I was giving Molly instructions while we got ready for school. She turned to me and exasperatedly said: Mom... you talk too much!

Here, Lucy serenades us with about 90% of the ABC song:

Molly loves teaching things to her little sister (this was their idea):

I love how Lucy says "baa".