The Curious Case of Whitney Sorenson

What can I say about this kid? She is SO smart it makes me nervous, wants desperately to know about everything that is going on - she will ask me random questions about things she overhears me saying on the phone, etc. I rented the Curious Case of Benjamin Button (which was pretty good, not the BEST movie I've ever seen), anyway, Whit had asked me what movie I was going to watch after I put them to bed and I told her. Well, yesterday morning she is up all of 5 minutes and asks me:

"So, mom, how did that Strange Case of Benjamin Butler go last night? Did you like it?"

Man, oh man, she is hilarious and remembers EVERYTHING.

In the car yesterday she says:

"Mom, not everybody likes Jesus!"

Me (a little nervous to ask this question): "Really, who?"

Whitney (loud and confident): "Satan!"

Smart kid.

Crazy Lady

Some of you might be wondering, how am I coping without my husband for a month, packing up the house, trying to sell said house and planning our big move? All the while trying my best to have patience and love for the children I brought into this world? About 4 hours ago I would have said things are actually going just fine, that was until I took my sweater off when I got home from church and Whitney informed me that my shirt was on inside out. Great.....

Love This Kid

If you have ever met Gracie you know that she is one of the sweetest, kind-hearted kids you'll have had the pleasure of being around. What you might not know is that she is LOUD. I am talking no concept of whisper or even and inside voice. Most of her talking in our house and in public is in her "outside voice". And when she is playing with Livvy or running around with Whitney she is always yelling - not in a mean way - but in a I-really-want-to-push-mom-over-the-edge way! She does great impressions from the shows we love to watch - is great as Rhino from Bolt - and thinks it's really funny to say things like do-do and poop. Anyway, I guess my point is that with Grace there is a whole lot more than meets the eye. For example, when we first moved to Idaho the twins were around 2 1/2 and we were walking from the parking lot into Walmart, coming out of Walmart were 3 or 4 college boys from BYU and Whitney (of course) with her sunglasses on, says as we're passing "Hi boys!" and Gracie says, without missing a beat "Hi pooper scoopers!" I was laughing SO hard. I guess in preschool on Tuesday they got to play with playdough (which we don't do at our house, I can't stand cleaning it up out of the carpet). The twins told me how much fun it was and we went on with the day. About 3 hours after we had been home Whitney came up to me and said "Mom, Gracie made a butt with her play dough today! And she got in trouble!" Gracie came running up and through gritted teeth yelled "Whitney, I told you not to tell mom about that!" and started crying. I was laughing on the inside but told her we probably shouldn't make butts in school. So yesterday when they were getting out of the car to go to preschool Whitney says" Hey Gracie, lets work on not making butts at school today, okay?" to which Gracie just looked at me and started laughing, slammed the door to the car and ran up the sidewalk, hitching her pants up and yelling "auggghhhhh". Love this kid!