"Chickens Don't Have Hands And Dingers (Fingers)!"

I really haven't posted any funny stories recently because by the time I get to the computer, I've forgotten them all. So here's a few that I took pictures of.

Lydia: Mommy, there's been a (fingers held up symbolizing little and in a high pitched voice) little accident.
Crystal (thinking the worst possible scenario. Emmy has already broken the coffee table by shattering the glass inspiring us to get a new one) What happened Lydia?
Lydia: Follow me.
Okay, it could be a lost worse, it's just goldfish on the bathroom floor, what they were doing there, I don't know. And don't worry...all goldfish were thrown in the trash after this event.



Yesterday I told Emmy she needed to eat the rest of her sandwich if she wanted a piece of candy. She did, or so I thought. The whole time she was throwing it under the table. The little stink, she won that time, but never again!




This morning Lydia was looking at my rooster place mats...
Lydia: Look at the big chicken.
Crystal: I see, that's a daddy chicken, it's called a rooster.
Lydia: What's a baby chicken called?
Crystal: A chick, and a mommy chicken is called a hen.
Lydia: Mommy, chickens don't have hands and dingers (fingers)!
Yes, her accent is so country, that she equates hens with hands. I couldn't convince her otherwise.

Rhett's five months old today!

Our Little Gymnast

Just Because...

Happy Independence Day!

Because I Took So Many Pictures...

You would think that after a full day at the beach, you would crash in your bed until the next day, but for some reason, we always have plenty of energy for extracorricular activities. There must be something in the air (the fish smelling air that is) that makes you high on vacation and sends some extra adrenaline pumping through the veins.

The girls on a pier near our hotel. The people that were fishing were catching baby sharks everywhere. Hmm....that will make you feel safe in the ocean!

Bowling

Rhett with Jim's grandmother.



Lydia was too tired to bowl.



Emmy did a great job!

We went to Broadway at the beach to ride some kiddie rides. The girls had so much fun.

Emmy has been talking about this ride since she did it last year. It's one of those things that makes you jump real high. This year, Lydia got to do it too!

I'm including this story, because I believe the girls learned the following language from a certain uncle and future aunt. They will remain nameless because I can't prove it at this time. This conversation took place in my kitchen a few days ago. Lydia and Emmy were fighting over a toy and finally Lydia came up with this:
Lydia: Emmy! I'm gonna mack you!
Crystal: (Mack, I've never heard that word before, I wonder what she means, wait, does she mean smack?!?)
Emmy: (holding hand up) Shut It Lydia! Just Shut It!!
Crystal: (dazed and confused, yet trying to keep a stern face while figuring out what to say to this new form of communication.) Girls, that's not nice to say to each other! (yep, that's all I could come up with before turning around and laughing.)

Amazingly, I still have more pictures to post.