Lucy: Stupid Marian!
Me: Lucy don't say that. Say I love you Marian.
Lucy: I love you Marian (then softly under her breath...stupid Marian)
Marian: (coming into my room at 7:30 in the morning) Mom, mom, 8...plus 4...is 12. I love you.
Jack: Christmas isn't about getting gifts...they just make it a lot funner.
Marian: Mom, can we put some of that gasoline in my hair today? (By gasoline she means Moroccan oil. Oil... gasoline...it's all basically the same right?)
Chad: You really feel the nesting instinct strongly don't you?
Me: Seriously, I feel a strong urge to gather twigs, leaves and mud...because babies are coming!
Chad: You realize I don't feel that right?
Me: As long as you put the crib together that's fine with me.
Lucy: I want to go with Marian to see the Nutcracker!
Me: You can go when you are older
Lucy: Ok, I older now!
Marian: We're gonna have 2 screamers in the car soon. (Said as she was helping me set up the car seats in the van)
