take me out to the ballgame

today Nolan won the kindergarten group of the wiffleball challenge at school :) in recounting his victory, he said, " yeah mom, we had ten shots and I hit them all very high. like 99.9% high. some were by the trees. and I won. I'm pretty talented aren't I?"

and then later, Aila was leaning on her new louisville slugger souvenir bat (with her mouth??) and somehow it popped out and made a very scary sound against her teeth. after making sure she didn't knock her teeth out and getting her tears wiped away, she sobbed, "but I was trying to be a beaver..."

as we were driving with the windows down yesterday, aila had her face turned toward the window and the air was blowing her hair back. we started to pick up speed so i closed the windows only to be screamed at: "momma! i am trying to make my hair all beautiful!"

a few tidbits from yesterday

Nolan:
Mom- if somebody from Asia wanted to go the Washington State Park, they'd have to walk a reaaaaally really far way, right?

So if we're ever in a tornado outside with a bunch of people, we should all just try to run into the house (he is obsessed with tornadoes right now). I mean, everyone except for the old ladies. Old ladies can't run.

aila: looking at a little buddha statue

this is buddha. he has a biiiig betty (belly).
he is eating too much food.

and look at his nibbles (nipples) they are very ouchy.
his nibble could poke you in da eyes.

okay- i'll post a few

Aila looking at a picture that Nolan colored (of Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus in the manger):
He's sleeping in a NEST?!?!?!?

A little dog bit her finger the other day while we were walking to get Nolan from school. She was VERY upset as you can imagine. I was not too happy myself...
She has since referred to the dog as the "mean yittle fuffy dog"

there have been many many more- she is rapidly catching up to the vocabulary of "big brudder"

that would make for some lovely christmas gifts

me talking to aaron: they have called races for 4 states so far. vermont for obama- indiana, west virginia and kentucky for romney.
nolan: romney? who's that? uncle romney??

hahaha- if only i had a long lost uncle romney

Nolan: Mom why do I hurt here and here (pointing at head and arm)? They really are sore!
Me: It's okay. They are just bruises- you'll be fine.
Nolan: This is serious.
Me: Serious? You think we need to amputate?
Nolan: I don't even know what you're saying. Quit speaking Spanish!"