i am tired. so, so tired. it is now 8 oclock, i just got everyone asleep, patrick's at choir practice, i have to do the dishes and pick up the playroom that is currently spread across the entire house, and i haven't even been to the grocery store to get the ingredients for some vday stuff i'm making that i wanted to start tonight. however, i wanted to make sure i write a few things down, before i forget. i don't keep track of anything anywhere other than here, so even if nobody else cares about these little things, 10 yrs from now i will be able to look back in cyberspace and remember my baby girl before she grew up.

• looking at pictures, Hannah asked, Did daddy marry to you mommy? yes, i say. When I get bigger, Daddy will marry to me. (i know this phenomenon is not unique to my daughter, but it's widespreadedness does not lessen it's preciousness for me!)
• making muffins today, she helped me pour the honey. we don't use honey very much except for things like tea. she stops, looks up all excited/worried, and says, this honey is for winnie the pooh!
• then filling the muffin tray, she's standing beside me on a chair. she asks if she can do it, and i say this is more a job for mommies. you can do this part when you're older. so she rubs my back and says, well, you're doing a good job mommy!
• changing charlie's diaper, she notices that elmo is on his diaper. she asks, is that charlie's elmo panties mommy? no, i say, charlie's a boy he doesn't wear panties. oh, she says, when charlie gets older and bes (pronounced bees, she says i instead of is, i guess) a girl, then he can wear elmo panties.
• and my favourite: picking a book to read tonight, i asked if she knew why her bible was different from all her other books. yes, she says. why? because it's from God, she says. and who's it to? she doesn't know. to you, i say. God wrote it for you so you would know Him better. she looks at it, gives it a big hug, and says thank you, God! yes, i got teary eyed.

we have been having some very rough days around the crispy household. Hannah is kind of, uh, dramatic at times. major meltdowns. hysterical screaming because i gave her the wrong fork, or something. patrick and i are often at the end of ourselves. so thank God for sending moments like this.