More Haley-isms

Hey, look folks! More Haley-isms are here. You know, since I've discovered she's a lot more entertaining on accident than I am on purpose. The other day (still my favorite phrase), Kelsee, Haley and I were in our bedroom just being lazy. Haley was standing on a chair next to the armoire trying to see if her gum or something was up there. Ever since we began the construction of the new rooms in our basement, it seems like we can't keep ahead of the dust in our house. Needless to say, Haley discovered this and says "You know what I like best about dust. It's just like snow." And then she proceeds to brush her own little blizzard off the armoire. -------- Hey, before we move on to the next couple of -isms, here's a small gallery of Haley, from our trip to Cumberland Gap (see our hiking post for part of our adventure). -------- Cameron was gone for a few days (he returned home yesterday). While he was gone Haley came up with some great plans. "We should move our house down the street, then he won't be able to find us." When we told her that probably wouldn't be possible, she came up with another solution. "OK. Maybe we should paint it a different color and then he won't know which one is ours." -------- Speaking of Cameron, as I mentioned before, he and Haley have a love/hate relationship. He loves to tease her and she loves to annoy him. Like siblings... Anyway, Cameron is always trying to get away from Haley, so we've had lots of talks about how his room is off limits to her unless he says otherwise. So she decided she needed to have a refuge of her own. Haley, being a visual person, decided to make sure her new "safe place" was clear to everyone. One day, she was quietly working on a little craft project. After a time, she brought her little craft over to Kelsee with a marker. She told Kelsee what to write on it, then went and hung it on her door. Here it is:

Yes, that's right. She traced her hand and cut it out. Can't really see what it says? How about now?

Gotta love that kid.

Haley-isms

Hey, an entire post of Haley-isms! No inane ramblings about other weird stuff. You know, because I care. Haley got a bruise on her upper arm from some childhood activity. As usual with her various wounds, she became enamored with it, touching and commenting on it all the time. Anyway, we were sitting at the table, and this exchange occurred after Kelsee felt the bruise at Haley's request. Kelsee: Feels a little hard. Jason: Probably just a nice little blood clot under the skin. Haley (looking down in wonder at her arm): Maybe one of the carrots I ate went the wrong direction. ------------------ Anybody who knows Kelsee knows she's an avid reader, and has stacks of unread books at our house. The other day (there's that lovely phrase again!), Kelsee and Haley dropped me off at an appointment in another town, and they had about an hour or so to kill until I was done. They decided to drive over to the store so they could get a snack. Kelsee forgot to bring a book with her, so she was going to pick one up. Haley, matter-of-factly: You need to buy a book because you don't have any books. Kelsee: Yep. Haley, eyes rolling: Right, Mom. You have tons of books at home! Haley uses sarcasm. Who knew? ------------------ Two stories from Mother's Day: I woke Haley up early so we could make Kelsee breakfast in bed, which by the way was Haley's suggestion the night before. It took a little bit of an effort to wake her. She groggily made her way and sat in her chair at the table while I went into the kitchen to get started. I looked over at her a few minutes later and she was just staring at the wall. She then yawned and, rubbing her eyes, said, "I am TOTALLY out of it today." A little bit later, after she had finished her job of toasting and buttering bread, she was eating a piece of leftover pizza from the night before. I had nuked it for a minute or so, and the crust was starting to get hard. She bit into a piece of hard crust and looked down at her pizza quizzically. She reached into her mouth, trying to fish something out. Then she said, in a befuddled voice, "There was something hard in my pizza. What did I just eat--a pizza bone??"