Chocolate Chip Buns!

Argh. Our camera is g o n e.  I have no clue where it has landed. I know I had it Saturday morning bc I took it to the zoo for a birthday party. And I called the zoo and they don't have it. So it leaves us with two options:

a) it is somewhere in our house, probably in a place that makes a lot of sense... like the freezer or my sock drawer.
b) it got thrown away by yours Space Cadet truly.

Losing the camera stinks bc it is a good camera, but losing the pics and movies not yet uploaded stinks more!  I have some here from the weekend that Bill and I had on our phones.. I guess better than nothing right?

So. Mini Me had so many hilarious events over the last few days I literally had to write them down. As I just said, I'm a Space Cadet - I know better than to think I can actually remember anything more than 6 hours old. 

Smart Phone (I think?)
I picked Eileen up from school a little early last Friday. So we get out to the car and she's all "Where's BILL?"  (apparently Mommy alone is no fun, plus she much prefers his truck to my boring ol' car...).  So I told her he was still at work and she wanted to call him. So the part of the conversation I hear is this:  'hi!.... its ME... it's Eileen!... no. what? NO! EILEEN!.. yes, I called you on Mommy's Raspberry!"   I don't think I have laughed that hard in who knows how long. She was so innocent and so very serious and clearly got her berries all mixed up.

Gangsta Eileen:
Outside playing in the sprinkler. I ask her if she wants a CapriSun. And then in typical Erin mode I went inside and puttered around and then came back out to the back yard completely having forgotten the CapriSun. She throws her hands in the air, skinny little legs sticking out of her bathing suit, and says Drita-style "Where's my Capri-Sun?? Can I get a Capri-Sun??"  That's the moment where as a parent, you want to give a smack down and tell your child to watch her tone. But you're laughing so damn hard it is impossible to attempt any sort of discipline.

The Cinderella Factor
Friday after school, after Eileen had played in the sprinkler, she went upstairs to play. From the top of the stairs:
E: Mommy can I wear my Cinderella dress? 
Me: Yes. Can you reach it?
E: No. BUT just so you know I do have on my 'heel shoes' - now picture a very grown up face and very grown up tone and not a single breath in between words - andtheystillfitmebecauselookiamwearingthemrightnowandipromiseiwon'tcomedownstairs!'   
Well, now. Who can argue with that?

note: her heel shoes are the 2sizes too small black patent leather shoes that are ridiculously noisy on the downstairs hardwoods. She loves those stinkin shoes, too small or not.

 So the pictures you see here.... in the dress, these are from Friday night. We decided to have a 'campout' - which means we decided to cook hot dogs and s'mores in the backyard firepit.  So Eileen went upstairs to get ready for her Big Campout.  The outfit here to the left - makeup and all - is what she picked out. Last year's Easter Dress, red sparkly shoes, flower in her hair, and full makeup.  Isn't that what YOU wear to a campout?

The picture on top.. that was Saturday.  We'd gone to the aforementioned birthday party at the zoo, then spent several hours at the pool. She didn't stop moving the whole time we were at the pool!  She was asleep like this literally within 2minutes of us getting in the car.

Chocolate Chip Booty
So coming home from school yesterday, we're discussing making a Target run. Which of course leads to a discussion of cookies. Which is because Target has free cookies at the bakery counter. Which every child in a 175mile radius of the Super Target knows.  So she's asked the regular "can i get a cookie!?' question, which is answered with the regular "Yes, Eileen, you can have a cookie."  Seemingly content, she is silent. And then,
E: MOMMY! I want to be a cookie!
Bill: WHAT? you can't be a cookie!
E: oh yes I can.
Bill: Ok, cool. I want to eat the hands and feet. Mommy, what part do you want?
E: You can have my butt, Mom!
Me: OH Shew! I don't want your BUTT! That's stinky.
E: But Mommy, (insert singsongy voice), its chocolate chip! 

This would be the point where Bill laughed so hard we nearly drove off the road.  I mean, where in the WORLD do kids come up with this stuff??

So, everyone do their camera dance and hope we find ours. In the meantime.. here's a fun video and have a good week.