"and all the animals talk there..."

On our way home with our pizza and movie--where the wild things are--my children started having a conversation about Paris... Seriously...my 6 year old and my 4 year old. I am not sure how it started, but my ears perked up when Miss A stated that there is a castle in Paris. I immediately knew what she was talking about, so I countered with, "Are you talking about the castle in the Barbie and the 3 Musketeers movie?" 

Of course she answered YES. She then when on to talk about how in Paris,

at the castle there is a prince and 4 girls that live there and  

ALL the animals there talk. 

And then she proceeded to list them out too.  We have a cat, dog and fish and none of them talk, 

but she was confident in her thoughts. I bet she'd really really like to go visit there... What do you think?

On another note, we watched where the wild things are tonight and I've got to say that I just didn't get it. I love the book and I totally get that the book alone wouldn't fill an hour and half movie. I just got confused though and even said to hubby that maybe we should have previewed this movie. At the beginning we kept saying to Mr. L, uhh, don't do that...that's not a good thing...he shouldn't be doing that. That sort of thing. 

I knew we should have watched Barbie...

Glad to be my age

Today my little girl had her 4 year well child visit with our doctor. Just 1 month ago, my 2 year old had her well child visit and was great. She was a real big girl! Today was a different story though. First she tells me she isn't going. She also says she isn't a big girl like her sister. She runs from me in the car forcing me to carry her into the office. She refused to step on the scale or stand against the wall for her height. SO, I got to stand on the scale with her and do that old trick. The good news? I have lost 1 more pound!! That's it. There really isn't any more good news. When it was time for the shots, another nurse came in to help me hold her down. It was really not a pleasant experience and I don't want to do it again. Don't get me wrong, I am a believer in immunizations (my dad had polio as a kid...what a different life he would have had with that vaccine!) I just hope next time there won't be tears and screaming.

So, to make things better, we hit the dollar tree and are now watching a movie (she's got sore legs.)