September 11, 2012

Imogen came barreling up the stairs, did a flying leap onto the couch, and buried her face in MamaJen's cleavage.

MamaJen and Me, simultaneously: Imogen, what are you doing, that's not okay!!!

Imogen: Whaaaaat??? I just want to give you a hug!

To be clear, folks, that's not how hugging happens in our house.

September 10, 2012

Imogen:  One night, I was just so thirsty that I had to put my foot on my blanket.  Because, well, my throat was so dry.  My foot needed to be on that blanket.

August 15, 2012

Imogen: Mommy, next year instead of dancing, can you sign me up for the Olympics?

Me: um, which event do you want to learn?

Imogen: Not learn! Do! I already practiced running and I will also do diving and gymnastics and the one where I do ten events all at once and ride bikes and throw things.

Me: I'll see what I can do.

Imogen: I'm gonna win a lot of gold medals.

July 25, 2012

Imogen:  Mom, we're kind of the same because we're both wearing dresses!

(Pause)

Imogen:  Except mine is pretty.

June 19, 2012

Imogen and I were going through her basket of Too Big shoes to see if she'd grown into any.  This process delighted her greatly, eliciting leaps and twirls and squeals of pure joy.

On the fourth pair of shoes, a pair handed down from a friend, already well-loved, Imogen slipped them on and a broad grin spread across her face.  She stared straight into my eyes.

Imogen:  Mama, these are my cha-cha hip hop shoes and they will make me dance so much better!

And then she cha-cha-hip-hopped her morning away!

June 6, 2012

Imogen: I know what I want to be when I grow up.

Me: Oh yeah? What do you want to be, hon?

Imogen: A person who throws out candy in a parade.


Aim high...

June 2, 2012

I entered the dining room to find Imogen, alone, laughing hysterically.

Me: What's so funny, Imo?

Imogen: I just thought what if Manitoba was called Minitoba?

Me: Um?

Imogen: That would be so funny!

And then she collapsed in a pile of giggles.