Thursday, October 29, 2015

Warm heart

I was singing to Peyton in her bed tonight, like I do most nights, when she said, "No one sings as good as you mom.  It makes my heart warm to hear you sing."  I sure wish everyone else felt the same way about my singing!

Thursday, September 17, 2015

A more interesting dream

The entire way to the dr Peyton was talking about a dream she had.  She was going on and on and giving tons of details.  I commented that she sure remembered a lot of the dream.  She said that she was making some of it up to make it more interesting.

Monday, May 25, 2015

At least that's my opinion

"I'm a pretty good reader for a first grader, at least that's my opinion."  Peyton

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Running With Scissors

Peyton was putting the silverware away from the dishwasher today.  She had it all done except for the knives when she told me that she had done everything that she could do.  I told her that I thought she could handle putting the knives away.  She said, "But Mom, they're the sharp ones!"  I reaffirmed that she could handle it and to be careful.  She said, "Yeah, you're right, if I can run with scissors I can do this."  I had to let her know that running with scissors was not something she should ever do.  She said, "If they're closed it's okay right?"  No, not even closed.

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Let's just say I'm like 18.

Peyton and I were driving and we had a small disagreement about something.  She said, "Let's just stop fighting and get along."  I agreed.  She then said, "I handled that! That's funny because I'm 5 and you're like 18."  I said that I was not 18, I was in fact quite a bit older than that.  She said, "Oh, yeah, you're like Grandma Kay's age."  Grandma Kay happens to be 85, I liked 18 much better.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Good thing she's not dead

This morning I thanked Peyton for reminding me to give her her antibiotics earlier.  She said, "It's a good thing I remembered, otherwise I'd be dead right now."

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Not The Good Kind

Last night I was laying in bed with Peyton and she said, "Mommy, your breath smells like jelly beans."  I said, "Really?!"  She said, "Yes."  I said, "Thanks."  She then said, "Not the good kind, the black ones."