Ellen-isms

The latest, and a picture for good measure. You can tell Georgia wonders what her sister is up to ...

Regarding her cousins ...
"Kate and Sophie live on the cold planet farthest from the sun"
Well, no Ellen, they actually live in Denver.

Eating a gourmet (not gourmet) frozen veggie pizza ...
Me: I took the olives off Daddy's side because he doesn't care for them
Ellen: Yeah. For tease day for Dad we should put olives under his pillow, right?
Me: Wrong.

And, not so much an Ellen-ism, but something to remember ... we have conditioned Ellen to BE QUIET when she is in and out of bed 3 or 7 or 17 times before going to sleep, so now she bangs on the spindles of the upstairs railing until someone comes to see what she needs, much like the movie image of an inmate banging a metal cup on the bars of his jail cell.

"Georgia is a masterpiece!" (I'm pretty sure she has masterpiece and piece-of-work confused, but I'll take it)

(Regarding Georgia's new skill of screeching when she wants someone to play with her) -
"Georgia! You are such a screamer! You are just a dramatic girl, but I still love you"

Playing one of our favorite games - SpotIt.
Molly: Clock, clock! I win!
Ellen: Hey - I said Pencil, Pencil.
Molly: No, you didn't.
Ellen: Well, I whispered it. In my mind.

Ellen has these short little toes and when the weather gets warm she gets a cut in the crease UNDER her toes. How does one treat that? Still investigating. Meanwhile, I tried to doctor it up last night with NuSkin and it stung like the dickens. Lots of tears and hobbling around ... "Mom, I can walk with one foot flat, and one foot funny." Then later, after she was propped in bed with books, pillows and an icepack, she comes to the railing to bang on the rails to get my attention. I come around the corner - "Ellen, what's up?"
"Well, I hope you feel bad for me"
What do you  mean?
"You know, my foot. I feel bad for myself."

"Ellen - I need you to be patient. I can only do one thing at a time."
No, you can do two things. I've seen you.

Hey, Mom. After you make my lunch you can sit on the couch and play Temple Run on the iPad if you want.

To  me (while brushing my teeth ...)
Mom ...
Yes?
When you were a baby, did you poop through your clothes?
(Thanks to Georgia for the daily example)

There is a long, drawn out story about toe injury at our house, but to keep it brief, Ellen and I have been soaking our feet at night and reading Charlotte's Web. Erik set her up the other night when I was out and he "did it wrong". We were prepping for bedtime last night and, again, Ellen reminded him that he didn't know how to do it. She went potty while we were cleaning up the kitchen and we hear her shout from the bathroom, "ERIK LUND! I'M KEEPING MY EYE ON YOU!"

One night preparing for dinner when Ellen's sass was in full effect ...
E: Daddy knows most things and you know some things.
M: Reverse that and try again.
E: Well, Dad is good at taking me on walks to Wesley's house. And picking ice cream flavors. And fixing lamps.
M: (incredulous) fixing lamps???
E: Yeah, those things in the ceiling ...
M: that is changing lightbulbs.
E: He is good at helping you.
M: Yes, most of the time.
E: And, I know! He is REALLY good at dressing himself.