Pillow Talk with Linzi

Linzi always starts the night off in her bed but at some point in the middle of the night, she ends up in our bed. She never really makes a fuss. She just gathers her blankie, favorite animal of the week and climbs in on my side. I LOVE waking up next to her and hearing her funny little comments in the morning. Some of our best "Linzi-isms" happen at this time. Here are just the last two days.

Yesterday, she sits up and looks down at my face intently. . .

Linzi: "Mommy, you need to wash your face."

Me: "Is something on my face?"

Linzi: "Yes, you have polka dots on your face."
(umm, that would be freckles and (gasp) my first age spot that has just come up the past few months. I have been telling hubby that I need to get it zapped, but I just haven't made the dermatologist appt. yet.)

Me: "Oh, those are mommy's freckles. They don't wash off."

Linzi: "EEEWWW! Well, you need to get them off your face mommy!"


Today as we are laying in bed I was wearing some light summer jammies and Linzi is wearing nothing but her panties (she still refuses to wear clothes at home, see past post Welcome to Ponyville):

Linzi: "We are not dressed for the north pole."

Me: laughing because I have NO IDEA where that came from "No, I guess not."

Linzi: "We need coats, gloves, and a hat. What else do we need?"

Me: "Umm, maybe some snowboots?"

Linzi: laughing "NOOOO! Those are for the rain mommy! We need to wear red."

Me: "Why do we need to wear red?"

Linzi: "Because Santa wears red and when it's cold, Santa comes. It's cold in the North Pole."

Makes perfect sense to me! So in Linzi's world, if we dress in our coats, gloves and a hat, make sure we are wearing red and go to the North Pole, where it is cold, we will see Santa. Because Santa comes when it is cold and he wears red.

Me: "What will we do in the North Pole?"

Linzi: "We will see Santa and make snow angels. Then we will go inside and be warm."

Sidenote: My favorite thing about Linzi climbing in our bed is that she has to feel me next to her at all times. Her legs or arms MUST be on top of me. Sometimes I feel a little pinned down, but I am not complaining. If I try to move them, she will put them right back. If I try to slide away, she will follow. It doesn't matter how deep her sleep is, she knows if I am not there. On the very rare night that she sleeps all the way through, I am always disappointed to wake up and not find her there.