That's What She Said 4-Year-Old Edition



Me: "And what do four-year-olds like to do?
Faith: "Go to bed without brushing their teeth?"
Me: "Nice try."

Faith, during prayers: "God, where do you put your bike?"

Faith reciting the pledge of allegiance.
"and to the repuglic, for which it stands" …. "with liberty and Justin for all."

Faith: "Amigos. That sounds like mosquitos."

Faith (to Rob and me): "Do you guys know how to say United State of America in Spanish?"
Rob and me: (blank stare)
Faith: Nakitu Maseeeki

Faith: (sings an entire song about Spanish colors)
My sister in law: "So have you been learning Spanish in school?"
Faith: "No."

(To the tune of Hi Ho the Derry O)
Faith version: "Hi Ho the Hairy Ho"

Faith: "I really love this shirt grammy gave me!"
Me: "Awww, that's sweet."
Faith: "I love it more than sugar!"

Faith: 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38….
Me: 39
Faith: 100.




Our 5th Halliversary!

Happy Halloween/Happy Birthday to Life as a Lindquist! Five years ago, we began our blogging adventure on Halloween night as we passed out candy in our Lego costumes (wow, do we sound like a good time or what?!). At the time, I was with "mini lego" but no one knew it yet.

2009

The next year we celebrated Halloween as a family of three/bull, cow and a calf.


Followed by Little Bo Peep and a Child of the 80s in 2011.


And then the year I was disappointed my daughter wanted to be a commercialized Disney princess, when I wanted her to be McKayla Maroney.





(Let's not forget my last minute attempt at MJ that year.)


Once again I was "with lego" during this Halloween and no one knew yet.

That meant there was an additional trick or treater in 2013.


(Howie went as Toto, I was the Yellow Brick Raod and Rob was the Wizard of Oz, but we never made it to a photo.)

So this year we had to rectify that by making sure we got a family photo, no matter how crappy it turned out. I'm a witch (watch your comments on that), Rob is attempting to make a joke about Doug McDermott with his costume and Howie is Olaf as Santa.


And the stars of the show: Anna and Elsa.


Two years ago, it bothered me that Faith wanted to be a Disney princess and not something more original. This year she talked about being a spy and I was so excited to help her concoct the most badass spy costume ever. Then she decided to be Elsa and I thought to myself, "ya know, whatever makes her happy makes me happy." This past 5 years of blogging have flown by. Kids grow up so fast. Faith has dressed up for 5 Halloweens already. I'll support her if she wants to be the most common character out there or if she wants to be the most random thing of all time (remember her "pie phase" from last year). I can still vividly remember hitting submit on our first Lego post in 2009. Five years later, here we are. Life as a Lindquist is pretty good.

Chocoholic

This girl's first tooth was a sweet tooth.


Even today, chocolate is her go-to sugary snack.

I swear we've washed her face in between these photos.

But I had no idea how deep her love for the divinity ran. Unfortunately, now I do. 


As were walking out of preschool the other day, I stopped at the table in the foyer to sign my four-year-old out for the day. 

Now they say things can happen in the blink of an eye, the flip of a switch, a single heartbeat, a moment's notice, a snap of the fingers…I think you get the point.

True. Dat. 

Just as I finished signing my name, dotting the I in Lindquist, I reached for Faith's hand and it was gone. Instead, it was reaching, slow-motion style, down to the ground. On the ground was a blob. A brown blob. An indiscernible brown blob. Before my brain could form words for my mouth to speak, the brown blob went from her pinched fingers to her mouth. TO HER MOUTH!

Suddenly my voice starting working. I screamed. Shrilly. Words were coming out in spurts. GAH! WHATWASTHAT? FAITHGROSS! OHMYGOD! SPITITOUT! LICKITOFF!

My beautifully little four-year-old caught the last part loud and clear and promptly licked the rug. The rug on which people wipe their shoes. Their nasty, sticky, stanky shoes.

More screaming. More yelling. Mainly by me, but not at my girl.

Then, there it was. A whiff of pure milk chocolate. A heavenly scent. A glorious smell.  Thank God for chocolate. 

We quickly rushed inside and Count Chocula washed her mouth out while I apologized about the screams coming from the foyer. As my firstborn finished drying her hands, she looked up at me and announced, "I feel like I could cry."

The only thing worse than making my daughter feel terrible for eating a glob of melted chocolate off the ground was if it had not been chocolate. But it was. Thus I felt HORRIBLE!

On the drive home, we had a long talk about not eating anything off the floor and about what types of things we put in our mouths. She smiled. She nodded. I thought for sure she got the message.

Key word: thought.

That very night, I walked into the bathroom. Her toothbrush was on the counter. Instead of pink bubblegum toothpaste, there was a line of hand soap on the bristles.

Her defense: "I want to do it how I want to do it!"

My advice: stick with floor chocolate.