siena dictates for cat named pig

After waking up from a nap, laying by me on the couch, Siena softly said with a sleepy voice:

Daddy, I think my tummy woke up on the wrong side of the bed…pause…that means that it hurts right now.

Siena had to suffer and watch with me the Republican National Convention in St. Paul. There were endless interviews with delegates, one of which caught her attention:

How come she’s a girl with a boy’s voice? – about a Texas delegate being interviewed on Public TV before McCain’s speech.

I had no answer. And this, after she and Elliot were playing, unsuccessfully, with blocks, and I had announced that it was his bedtime:

Now I don’t have to worry about knock-over boy.

Siena was drawing large circles, stacked, at the table the other day.

Siena: Mama, guess what I’m drawinnnnng?
Laura: What?
Siena: A fat little munnnchkinnnnn. And you know who it is?
Laura: Ummm….Elliot?
Siena: Nope. Grandpa Larrrryyyyyyy.

Not very nice, but still provided a laugh. And isn’t it supposed to be controversial?

Elliot had just thrown his cup on the floor at breakfast, which usually signals the end of eating:

Siena: Elliot, do you remember all those times I picked up your sippy for you, again? Well, I am done.

And she was, as she proceeded to go watch WordGirl on PBS.

I was driving in the car last Thursday with both Siena and Elliot in their seats.

Siena: Daddy, do you know how to play the game Not a Carrot?
Matt: No, sweety, how do you?
Siena: It’s when you’re next to a boy who’s one or zero, and you put your finger up to his mouth and if he tries to bite it, you say, “That’s not a carrot.”
Matt: I hope he never gets the carrot.
Siena: No, the finger.
Matt: Of course.

Also, Siena was on fire this past Saturday afternoon.

We were flipping channels, watching different sports on tv. We saw Tiger Woods in an ad for golf.

Siena: Is Tiger Woods playing?
Matt: No. Tiger hurt his knee. He plays next year.
Siena: What happened to his knee?
Matt: In your body, besides bone, you have ligaments that stretch and bend and hold things together. Tiger hurt a ligament in his knee, had to have surgery and needs to rest until next year.
Siena: Daddy, Barbie’s grandma was playing and she broke her knee.
Matt: Oh, that’s too bad.
Siena: Yeah, it was.

These next few rolled off her tongue in about a 10-minute stretch.

Daddy, wouldn’t it be funny if I was older than you and you weren’t going to be older than me? Wouldn’t it be funny if there was a door on the way to upstairs and we had to open it? Barbie’s at school right now, and she has a teacher named Sam. Sam is a really good teacher. She, Barbie, always makes pretty pictures for me at school.

Daddy, one time I took Barbie to a game, a Puma game, and they only handed out balls that grownups and kids could have. Siena has been to a MN Lynx basketball game with her friend, Avery. Lynx and puma are related, right? Continuing:

Siena: Daddy, sometimes I have to not feel happy for Barbie?
Matt: Why?
Siena: Because when she was napping, I heard her saying and doing some bad things to her little sister. And I couldn’t even go in her room to do anything, because I didn’t have time. I only heard her little sister.

Siena was excited for her sleepover at Laura’s mom’s house Saturday night.
Siena: It’s been a long time since I’ve had a sleepover at grandma’s house.
Matt: I know. It’s been a few months.
Siena: Daddy, what if every these days, I have a sleepover at grandma’s?
Matt: These days?
Siena: Yep.
Matt: I’ll look at the calendar.

And finally…after she came out of the bathroom.
Siena: Daddy, did you know I had a snake poop this time?
Matt: What is that, Siena?
Siena: It’s when it is really long. It was this big…and this big…and this wide (as she makes her arms even wider and wider).
Matt: I think I hear Elliot awake.

I was making a list of items we’ll need for Siena’s 4th birthday on Saturday. After dropping her off at school, Elliot and I were going to go to Target for food items. I was listing off what I had written so far…

Matt: …pickles, ketchup, mustard, milk…Siena, can you think of anything we need for your party?
Siena: Maybe some grown-ups and some kids?
Matt: I’ll see if they’re on clearance.

Normally, nothing makes us angrier than when Siena comes out of her bedroom more than once after we’ve put her down. We’re usually trying to get through a Netflix movie/show we’ve had for a month. However, just now, at 10:04pm on Laura’s birthday, Siena came downstairs and very seriously said:

Mama, I just saw a bug in my room. It was really moving. And it was ALIVE!

Yep, she’s Laura’s daughter.

Siena: Daddy, a kitty found Tio Matt in Los Angeles.
Matt: Oh? Tio Matt has a kitty now?
Siena: NO! Tio found a kitty in Los Angeles.
Matt: Did he take it somewhere?
Siena: No, I think he fed it, gave it water and took it to the vet and did lots of nice things for her.
Matt: That’s nice. Does he still have it?
Siena: Yes, I think he does. I think it will be like our cat named Pig.
Matt: Oof. He might not have it that long.
Siena: Maybe. I don’t think she hisses like Piggy.

(Siena, singing in a voice best described as somewhere between opera and church congregation:

Verse 1
I am a princess
Maybe with a prince
Soon I’ll be in The Nutcracker
And I’ll have so much fun
So, how about you?

Verse 2
I am bigger than my brother
My mama is bigger than the sister
And my daddy is bigger than mama
We are all different sizes
(repeat last line for finish)

Appropriate lyrics considering Laura’s main page posts from April 30th.

I’m glad I answered yes to the following question at 8:08pm:

Siena: Daddy, are you going to let me stay up a little bit longer?
I answered, “Yes,” and this is what followed:
Siena: Well, ok. Hmmm…are you still hungry daddy? In my restaurant, you can have an ice cream cookie sandwich, pizza with soup, hamburger without meat, peanut butter sandwich, banana peanut butter and jelly sandwich or just some veggies, and I think that’s it. Would you like some pizza with soup?
Matt: Yes, all of the above.

I think we’ll turn it into a 24-hour joint.