Life and stuff

My doctor called. My triple screen came back showing a higher risk for Downs than is normal for my age: 1 in 155 as opposed to 1 in 350. We go in for an ultrasound on Tuesday to see if there are more markers. As they say when it rains...I'm trying not to worry so here are some other things from the past few days.

Zola was choosing her jammies last night and informed me that she doesn't like ballerina's, princesses or pink. This is the conversation that followed.

me: Really? Shall we give all your pink things away?
Zo: No, I mean, I like it. I'm just trying to move on to purple.

I laughed out loud, which she thought was very funny. I'm trying to move onto blue myself.


Every conversation with Abe goes like this.
Abe: I need to tell you this Mama.
Me: Okay, tell me Abe.
Abe: Uhm, well sometimes Hulk can jump really high like this (demonstration), but sometimes he rides a motorcycle. Is hulk a mean guy or a nice guy?
Me: What do you think?
Abe: He's a nice guy, because he helps people, right? He's really strong. I am strong like hulk. Watch this mama. (He carries the little stool across the room.)
Me: You are strong, Abe!
Abe: Yeah, I know.

I should mention here that none of my children have ever watched any superhero cartoons or movies. All of their knowledge is from second hand information and the Target toys that both boys seem irresistibly drawn to.

Finally Atticus--2 years old
Atti: Hewo mama.
Me: Hi Atti.
Atti: A MOU! A MOU!
Me: Yes, a mouse. (YES A MOUSE--yuck.)
Atti: A beebee mou.
Me: Probably. (gross--I run let out Ruth, our dog who hunts mice.)
Atti: A cue (cute) beebee mou.
Me: They're yucky Atti, and they might bite you.
Atti: A baman mou.
Me: Okay, a batman mouse.
Atti: Baman mou mean?

And so it goes.