Praisin' Jesus and Buggy Ridin'

Eve: "The only boy I'm praisin' is Jesus!"
Me: "Oh, good.  Eve, that's a good choice."
Eve: "Not praisin' God, just Jesus."
Me: "uhhhh...well....God and Jesus are the same person."
Eve: "Well, do they have on the same clothes?"
Me: "........ yes....... ?"
Eve: "Well, do they have the same beard and hair?"
Me: "....... yes ........?"
Eve is sitting in the back seat of the van in silence and after a few seconds, I hear her whisper to herself, "How does she know this stuff?"

Eve loves to pitch a fit about taking medicine.  Sometimes she loves it, sometimes she hates it.  She tries to physically get as far away from it as possible.  This weekend she was sick with a BAD cough and a high fever.  So, naturally, I had to give her medicine.  One night, when she was in and out of sleep, I sat beside her with the medicine and when she put it to her lips she said, "This tastes like monkey poop!!!  I mean, banana cherry!"

Clara's vocabulary has really taken off.  She talks all of the time...and I'm finally starting to put some of her words/phrases together.  Today, on the way home from school, we passed a grocery store.  She shouts out, "Momma.  Buggy.  Ridin!"  I said, "Clara, do you wanna ride in the buggy?" "Ridin buggy!" she says.  "Ellie, you wanna ride in the buggy?"  "Yea (mumbled under her pacy)."  That's about all I get from Ellie unless I am asking her to repeat something :)  I do love the way the girls call Eve ... Ebe... makes me smile.  Grandma is Manma, Juice is Deuce, Pacy is Pappy.  They love pointing to playgrounds and saying, "Play. Slide. Swing. Run. Walk."