bad dream!

~A few nights ago i woke up to halle screaming, "my hair, my hair!!" over and over again, hysterically crying....i ran into her room, she had her hands reached up into her hair, i said, whats wrong...she said, i had a bad dream about my hair.....the next morning i asked her what her dream was about. halle, "i had a dream grandma made me bug soup and the bugs crawled out of the soup, up into my braids"
...i think the dream may have come from halle and kiera's latest backyard activity of making "soup" in a bucket. they have filled this bucket with water, rocks, peices of their lunch, grass, ect...they both get a spoon and squat down and stir it...for a long time, then fill bowls and pretend to drink it....at least i hope kiera's pretending....
~kiera decided at grandma's house that she needs to use the potty too...she's certainly not ready to be potty trained, but likes to take off her diaper, yell, "potty , potty, up, up" which means lift me up on the potty and she goes...here at the house, i got out the little potty for her...everytime halle goes to the bathroom, she asks kiera, "do you need to go potty, too?", kiera always replys, "uh-huh" , halle takes off her diaper for her, and they sit and go together, its cute, i need to take a picture...i decided this actually uses more diapers in a day, but oh well...halle goes and gets her a new diaper, tells her to lay down and puts a new one on her....the other day, kiera laid down before halle got the diaper under her, halle yelled, "lift your butt up, kiera!!" over and over again, kiera just laid there, halle, "mama, she doesn't listen very well"...during the change , i have heard kiera say, "thanks, halle, thanks"....where's my thanks, i do the poopy ones?!?
~kiera is officially the drama queen of the girls, halle never cries unless it really hurts, she cried for only about 15 min after she broke her toe...she didn't even cry when she got her ears peirced last week...kiera hurt her wrist the other day, she held it in her hand , against her body and screamed for an hour and cried for another hour, after an hour of screaming, we took her to the urgent care center...nothing was wrong....not my first time rushing kiera to the doctor for absolutly nothing but a dramatic meltdown....hopefully, i'm getting closer to my last time...
~at grandma's house she started a new drama...everytime someone grabed her/ or even touched her to move her or put her somewhere, she would hold up her arm where they touched and say with a painful distorted face and i'm dying voice, "hurt, gamma (grandma) hurt".......this made my mom feel really bad so i would rub it in and say, "kiera, who hurt you?" , kiki, "gamma, gamma hurt", now she does it all the time, if any of us touch her..."halle, pushed, halle pushed", "daddy, hurt, daddy, hurt"....if you catch her in a lie and she's in a good mood, you can say, "no one hurt you kiera." and she starts laughing...
~halle has decided that going to a clothes store, picking out a dress, going in a dressing room, trying it on , and then coming out and finding a stranger, and telling them, "look at this dress i just tried on" and of course, they are like, "oh how pretty" and then spining for them...is a great way to spend a morning...i took her to kohls twice this week, kiera does it too, not sure she gets the same thrill out of it as halle, but goes along with it....
~Halle, "i'm going to marry kiera in the temple"
~halle, after i let her use my paints, "mama, you did a great job sharing! thank you for sharing today!"
~halle sitting at her vanity(which holds her accessories, necklaces, ect) "i need to decorate myself"
~halle, after getting a skid mark on grandma's tolite, "mama, i need help cleaning this, we cannot tell grandma about this!"
~halle, "mama, can i clean the dusty off the furniture?" (a clean freak mom's dream child, instead halle got me)
~kiera can tolerate something being on her hands (sand, food, cheeto powder, ect) for about 3 seconds, she yells out , "hands, hands" and you have 3 seconds to find a towel and wipe her hands off before she goes ahead and uses your pants at a wiping place.
~i got a shirt today, layered it over another shirt...i was in the hall, without a mirror, so i said, halle, how does it look? halle said, ummm, ummm, it looks sorta cute, why don't you go look in a mirror...which is halle' s polite way of saying, "not cute, look for yourself!"