A real mother.

So as Joel was putting Gabbie to bed tonight, it was thundering outside. She asked what was going on out there and he explained that it was Mother Nature.  She looked at him and said "She's not a very nice momma."

Indeed.

Worst ever.

This fit was brought to you by a mean mother, who wouldn't give a meals' worth of snacks at bedtime, to a little girl who barely touched her dinner.

I'm pretty much the worst ever.  

My sister did it.

As we were driving to church today, Joel turned around and saw that Gabbie had drawn on the inside of the van using the chalk from her purse. He asked her if she had colored the inside of his van with crayon.  She corrected him that it was NOT crayon, but was chalk.  Then she said, "I don't want to talk about that." Ultimately the blame fell to Lilah, even though she sits on the other side of the van.

Then I turned to take this picture and she tried to cover it with her hands so I couldn't see it.  

Dear Jesus...

Tonight's prayer:

"Dear Jesus:

Thank you for Papa.  Thank you for pee.  Thank you for my toilet.  Love, Gabbie."

Ummm.......