Mack Attack

I wanted to start this blog as a way to show the 6 of you that read this what life with my 5 girls is like.  I noticed it slowly went into what Browner does not care for and not so much about life with the girlies.  Well, #3 (Mack) is at such a great age right now.  I just love that age.... so excited about everything, so opinionated as well.  At three, she is so creative, coniving, and hilarious.  I wanted to share a couple of exerpts from the incredible wit of my three year old.

- The last couple of days, Mack has been on a Bible kick.  She takes #1's Bible and opens it up and tells us, "the Bible says..." and then proceeds to get on to us.  "Daddy, the Bible says don't run in the house".  "Mommy, the Bible says I need to eat some grapes now." Fun times.
- We have High School Musical Sing It on Wii.  Mack knows every word to every song from HSM2 and I tell you that the angels in Heaven could not make you smile more when she sings into that microphone.  You can't understand a dang word she says, but she is singing the words.  The best part is that at the beginning you have a microphone check and Mack gets that belly laugh that only babies and toddlers can have.  Greatness.
- The other day, my wife was getting on to Mack for going outside and getting muddy.  Mack looked at her and told her that she was just rude and annoying.  It wasn't ugly, she just wanted her to know that her comments were rude... and annoying.  Out of the mouths of babes...
- My wife and Mack were looking for her shoes (a tradition our whole family goes through).  Mack had an idea of where they were and looked up at my wife and said, "Am I sinkin' what you are sinkin'?"  I guess my wife was sinkin' that the shoes were outside.

On another note, I was told today for the first time that one of my precious angels doesn't like me anymore. #2 (my 5  year old) was really mad at me because I don't wake her up like mommy does.  She looked me right in the eyes and told me she would do what I asked, but she did not want to do it because she just doesn't like me anymore.  I played it off, but on our ride to school, I tried to broach the subject with her again.  We worked on a way to wake her up that won't lead to grumpiness, but before she got out, I heard her mumble, I still don't like you.  I let it go, but it has been eating at me all morning.  I don't know what I am going to do when hormones get involved.