The Royal Wedding

Thalia and I were watching the royal wedding together this morning. She sat in rapt attention next to me admiring the dazzling pomp and ceremony with fancy people in fancy hats, an amazing gospel choir singing "Stand By Me," and the handsome Prince Harry barely holding it together as he gazed into the lovely eyes of his "American Princess" Meghan Markle. So beautiful, so enchanting! It's no wonder there were tears in my eyes (a side effect of watching my three girls playing princess every day, I'm sure). My favorite moment was when the Duke and Duchess of Sussex stepped outside of the chapel and kissed each other for the first time in front of their adoring public and my two-year-old muttered quietly under her breath, "Yuck." Fairytale wedding over, haha.

Where's Thalia?

Laura: Where's Thalia? Is she in the bathroom?
Me: I don't know. I'll check. (I knock on the bathroom door.) Thalia, are you in the bathroom?
Thalia: (from her bedroom) I don't know. I'll check. (She opens her bedroom door, walks past me, opens the bathroom door to peek in.) No, I'm not in there. (Then she turns to me with an impish grin) But I just saw a monster in there....

Umm, it's official. I've passed on my weirdo genes to this kid.

The Cottage

Laura and Sophia left church right away to go to a birthday party, so the little ones and I were fending for ourselves today.

Thalia: Daddy, are we going to a restaurant? Mommy said you were taking me and Freya to a restaurant to eat because they're going to a birthday party.
Me: Really? A restaurant? Mommy told you that?
Thalia: Yes. We are going to a restaurant...

I thought about calling Laura to verify the message but I instead chose to believe that my two-year-old wouldn't make up an elaborate bold-faced lie to me, her loving father, in church on a Sunday.

We went to The Cottage restaurant for a tasty, filling brunch that we all enjoyed very much, then we returned home for a late nap, which never happened because Thalia was buzzed on chocolate milk, pancakes, and maple syrup.

When Laura came home, she confirmed what I had suspected:

Laura: I didn't say anything about a restaurant.
Me: Thalia, Mommy never told you I was taking you to a restaurant!
Laura: I said she was going home with you for a nap!
Thalia: Oh. Hmm....

My two-year-old is a con artist!

Weirdos

"Weird" is Thalia's new word that she's been testing out today:

Thalia: Sophia, you have weird!
Sophia: No, that's not how you say it.
Thalia: You have weird!
Sophia: That doesn't even make sense! You have to say "You're weird" not "You have weird!"
Thalia: You're weird!
Sophia: Don't say I'm weird! That's not nice to say to people!
Thalia: OK...Daddy, you're weird!
Me: Why, yes, I am!

Say Equivocan

Thalia hands me a Spanish/English bilingual early reader book for bedtime reading tonight: Big Dog and Little Dog Making a Mistake.

Me: Perrazo y Perrito se Equivocan.

Thalia: Equivocan.

Me: No, it's "se equivocan."

Thalia: Equivocan.

Me: Hahahaha...

Toddler Bed

Thalia's toddler bed is a success. Glad she's not in a bunk bed.

The real problem is Freya repeatedly crawling into the bedroom to bounce on Thalia's bed while she's sleeping. It's the cutest thing to hear a 10 month-old baby giggling to herself as she bounces her sister off the bed. Thalia doesn't find it funny...

Bad Dream!

My daughter with tears wakes me up at 6:00 a.m. this morning:

Thalia: Daddy, I had a bad dream!
Me: You had a bad dream?
Thalia: I had a bad dream!
Me: What did you dream?
Thalia: All the cookies were gone!...

No more Girl Scout cookies in the house? Perish the thought! That is a bad dream...