Sometimes the way her brain works amazes (and tickles) me.  For example, we were out and about a couple of weeks ago and she sees a police cruiser with the lights going pulled up behind another vehicle:

Itty: Uh-Oh!  Someone's been speeding.  They're gonna get a speeding ticket!

Me: Oh babe, they were in an accident and the police man is there helping them.

Itty: An accident!!??

Me: Yep

Itty: That is disgusting!  You mean they pee-peed in their car???

On another occasion we were out and she noticed one of those "Smart Cars."

Itty: Daddy look!  It's a baby car on the street... but there's a daddy in it.  That's not nice of him to take his little girl's car to work.

After talking to one of her teachers about the fact that we'll ultimately be moving to Colorado the teacher told her, "Colorado is a little slice of heaven."  Prompting the following conversation:

Itty: Momma, when are we going to Colorado?

Me: I'm not exactly sure baby, but hopefully soon.

Itty: *visibly upset*

Me: What's wrong?

Itty: When we move into our new house in Colorado are we going to die?

Me: WHAT?!  No, no, no baby, why in the world would you think that?

Itty: Because teacher said that Colorado is a little slice of heaven.  I'm not ready to die and go to heaven with Jesus yet Mommy... I want to go to Kindergarten first!

So Thursday's are never normal for me... in any way... though most of the time I work from home.  I usually get so wrapped up in work that it honestly never even occured to me to post to Xanga.  I guess now that I'm a bit disenchanted by the whole workplace thing that my mind isn't focused on my job 100% of the time.  So here I am.

My house, it's not MY house anymore.  We've had painters come in and make everything neutral.  It's amazing how big of a difference that makes.  My dining room used to be blood red above the chair rail and a creamy gold below.  Now the creamy gold has stayed and the top is no longer red... it's a soft pale yellow.  My antique dishes have all been packed up into storage and the booster seat has been packed away too.

The nursery isn't colorful and cheery anymore, it's white.  It doesn't really strike one as an all white room though because of all the colorful baskets on the shelves.  It's still not the same though and just feels like some generic nursery in pottery barn kids.

The only room we didn't take the fun out of was Itty No. 1's.  Her room is "Pineapple Fizz" with a horizontal set of stripes going around the room (two fucia and one "Tigger" orange).  Painting on those mommy wording stripes was painstaking and tedious.  They are, however, perfectly level, perfectly spaced, and perfectly crisp without even a hint of bleedthrough.  That is also the reason they haven't painted over them.  To get a perfect stripe, you have to tape off, paint your base color, let it dry, paint the first coat of your accent color, let it dry and paint a second coat of your accent color.  That's an additional 3 coats of paint... that leaves a tangible edge to the absolutely perfect stripes that you have spent hours with a level and painters tape to get just right.

I do have to admit, it kills me to do all this work for someone else.  We've even decided to invest in getting new siding to try and spur along the whole thing.  I can't believe I'm here dropping another $8K into this house just to throw it on the market in 2 weeks.  Not to mention all the other work we put into it.  We redid our kitchen, replaced the windows, leveled and completely redid the front yard and replaced the entryway door and garage door all just a year and a half ago.

I told Husband, that when we move, we're doing all that mommy word right up front because I'M going to fully enjoy my house before we ever decide to move again (though, I hate moving and never want to move again... but that's another rant).