"Wish I Was Moved Out With a Husband"

You crack me up Carlee. Tonight Grammy and Tia (aka Aunt Rozanne, we're still getting used to calling her Tia) were here helping me get food and the house ready to have Cloee's blessing here on Sunday. We were in your room and Tia was picking up a few toys, making your bed (even though it was midnight), etc., and I was putting clean clothes in your drawers. I came across a few things that looked too small so I called you upstairs to ask you about these few items. If they didn't fit I would pack them away. I am 100% positive that you did not intend to answer me and come upstairs. But Daddy heard me call you and he told you to go see what I wanted. You weren't happy when you got upstairs. I started to ask you about the clothes and you got mad and asked why I couldn't just yell over the stairs about it. Grammy, Tia, and I all started to talk at the same time about the fact that I needed you up in your room to take a look at the clothes and you said, "I wish I was gone. I wish I was moved out and married with a husband already so I wouldn't have to do things like this." I think you were gonna say something to the effect of wanting to be gone by running away but you caught yourself. You have been saying that lately and Daddy and I just started telling you that we would help you pack your bags and it was fine if you wanted to try going elsewhere. I'm not so sure you liked that. It's not the response you look for when you say you wanna leave or run away. So anyways, then you left and went back downstairs. These are the typical things you say on a daily basis. You don't want to have to lift a finger for anything. Even if it is your mess. If a Froot Loop drops when you pour you cereal you have some reason why it's the cereal's fault. You are somethin' else I tell ya! It was funny because Rozanne, Grammy and I all started talking about how different your life will be when you are in fact "moved out" and when you have a husband. It is hard work being a housewife. Good luck to you when your turn comes around! Despite your sassy mouth I love you anyway, my sweet big sis!
PS- In your defense it was very late and so that probably contributed to your grouchiness.

Get up Carlee!

Carlee it drives me nuts that you don't like to get up in the morning for school. If daddy comes in and tickles you and plays with you then you get up just fine. But if I try to do that stuff then you kick me and you say this funny thing in kind of a grunting voice, "Huh uh!". The funny thing is that I was just like that as a kid, my mom had the hardest time getting me up for school. Paybacks I guess. Do you think you will ever change? I haven't, so I doubt it.