Go Big Money!

I found this website a few weeks ago. Basically, it's a contest and you can enter daily. Whenever you enter, you get a chance to 'spin' for prizes (by the way, I've NEVER won!). One day, Lexi walked past, and said:

"what are you doing, Mom?"
"I'm trying to win this, Lexi"
"Win what, Mom?"
"Big money, honey, I'm trying to win big money!"
"Oh, me Lexi do it - Go big Money! Go Big Money, GGOOOOO!"

Now it's a daily ritual. We are using 5 different email addresses now, even. Not because we are THAT desperate to win, but just because we like to hear Lexi yelling "GO Big Money! GO Big Money!" and then "Awww . . . we lost!" when we don't win anything.

What would you say?

Lately, our little lady's language learning has been limitless! (YAHTZEE!) Whenever she says something particularly amusing, I try to share it with Paul and when I went back to look at e-mails and texts from the past few weeks, I found these "Lexi-isms" as we call them!

- "Not Today!" - she uses this whenever she doesn't want something, like healthy food.

- "Baby sister not home yet!" - when you ask her where her Baby Sister is

- "My Dada in Georgia" - Paul went on a week-long (felt like month-long) business trip to Athens, Georgia

- "Momma, me a busy bee!"

- "Momma, no say 'yeah' - say 'yes' - not 'yeah" (Little Miss Manners)

- "Stop screaming!" - usually from one Barbie doll to the other

- "Momma, Lexi go home and me eat candy canes!" - this was well after Christmas by the way

- On the way to the babysitter's house, when we passed the Zoo, "Me no go to Julie's house today, me go see animals!"

- "Momma, I like Kai-lan! Ni hao!" - for those of you that don't know, 'ni hao' is 'hi' in Chinese.

- While in the other room, listening to Lexi play with her Barbie dolls, I keep hearing, "I'm on a boat!"

- I let Lexi feel the baby kick and she said, "Baby sister, no kicking Momma! That's not very nice of you!"

- "I very naughty" - she's not

- "It's so wonderful"

- "I'm stuck-edy!"

- and last, Lexi informed me while we were reading a story book with a unicorn in it, that a unicorn is just a horse, with a party hat.

The newest member of our family!

OUR NEW FISH!

Now for those of you who know me at all, you are probably thinking something along the lines of "What the WHAT?" because you know, you KNOW, how much I am creeped out by fish. So creeped out that I won't even swim in a lake, creeped out.

So let me explain. This was ALL Paul's idea. He thought that as much as Lexi loves the fish at the zoo, it would be so much fun to get her a fish for her bedroom - a fish of her VERY own. Oh, how sweet!

So he talked me into it on the condition that I would not have to do ANYTHING, EVER, to help maintain the fish. No cleaning, no feeding, no water changing - nothing! Off to the pet store we go to pick out our new fish and little tank. SIDENOTE: aren't fish supposed to be cheap? This little dude was not a bargain - $14 for a fish? you've got to be kidding me? Whatever - this one's on Daddy.

We get our fish home, set up in his new crib, got him some sweet colored gravel on the bottom of the bowl, and picked out a spot for him to live in Lexi's room. She was pumped - I mean SUPER pumped about this fish! Until bedtime that is . . .

Lexi is extremely routine when it comes to bedtime; to the point, she may have OCD. So the presence of that fish in her room, a fish who had not previously been there, put her little brain on overload and she wanted him out and she wanted him out NOW! She begged and cried and even went so far as to say, "He not Lexi's fish! He daddy's fish! He sleep in Daddy's room! He not Lexi's fish, no sleep in Lexi's room"

Out the fish went. Great.

For now the fish is living in the middle of our kitchen table. Lexi loves him again (as long as he keeps a respectful distance from her bedroom) and talks to him while she eats and colors and plays.

What is his name, you ask? Well, that is so far undetermined. Paul wanted to name him Frank Martin (EMAW!) and Lexi changes his name daily. So far she has named him W (?), Three, and Nemo. When she said Nemo, I said, "No way! That is a completely unoriginal name for a fish. No, not hapenning!" To this my husband replied, "Really, Megan? She's 2, if she wants to name her fish Nemo, let her!" fine. It'll be something bizarre like 'ice cream' tomorrow anyway.

My name suggestion was Alpha (get it, he's a BETA fish? And if he dies, we'll just work our way down the Greek alphabet with more creepster-fish, finally putting to good use the fact I had to memorize the Greek alphabet for sorority initiation).

Stay tuned for the saga of Frank/W/Nemo/Three/Alpha/Whatever.