to remember

I have to jot a few of these things down for journal's sake.
Tonight at dinner Odessa announced she wanted to go put on her new nightgown (and avoid eating more of her dinner).
Me: Are you so excited to have a nightgown? Maybe I should get a nightgown.
Odessa: We can go shopping and get you a nightgown Mom.
Ada: Yay! (or the 2 yr old equivalent).
Odessa: Jesus really likes shopping.

Well, as far as I know, there is no biblical evidence that would prove otherwise (besides the general lack of interest for anything worldly and say, food) but you never know . . . .

We had a kind of Mediterranean sampler for dinner that was inspired by needing to use up some Feta cheese- but Stephen doesn't like the stuff and I didn't even bother giving the girls any. Ada wandered back to the table and reached into the Feta container, pulled out a hunk and ate it. And liked it. So I sat her up (smugly since Stephen was "blehhing") and gave her a mug of it with a spoon. She ate it all and was trying to get the last crumbs out of the bottom by "drinking" out of the mug. She then took her spoon and plopped it into the butter (we had corn on the cob) and looked at me slyly until I noticed her. I took her spoon out of the butter and made her eat it.
Ada: Mmmmmmmm
Stephen: What is it?
Ada: Dessert!
Me: No, what is it?
Ada: Peanut butter.
Odessa: Silly Ada. Peanut butter and jam!

I keep getting asked if I love my car. The answer is No- not really, not yet, it's impossible. I am not letting myself get attached. I realized that my sister's observation that I maybe had an unhealthy relationship with the Buick is true. Because now I am treating this car like I don't want to get too attached in case it goes bad and dies on me (like the Buick).
It still a bit stinky, making it easy to keep at an arms length (we're getting the interior detailed this weekend by a guy named Homer who talks excitedly about 9 different treatments, ending with his Ozone machine that takes 24 hrs and kills all bacteria that ever even thought of living in the upholstery. Wow.)
I also have Buick mentality. When I drive it around, I don't feel any cooler about my ride than I used to. But today the windows were down and I was playing some radio station that had a cool song (I keep forgetting to get the kiddie songs CDs transferred to the new car- subconscious? maybe) and I felt a remote pang of coolness. So we'll see.
When we took Odessa and Ada for their first ride, they loved it. Their car seats were so low in the Buick, they could never see anything. This was especially frustrating because they have a Dad that points out all kinds of stuff.
Stephen: Odessa, look! An old blue car!
Odessa (twisting out of her straps): Where? Where?
Ok, so maybe that's a dramatization, but it went about like that. Now they are so much higher in this car.

Odessa (squealing): It's so amazing, I can see EVERYTHING!! (as we went over Ballard bridge- you look down and there are dozens of fishing boats docked on either side).

Now that they can see so much, they are pretty content to just gaze out the window. Who needs kiddie song CDs anyway?