Jan 30, 2007

Goin' to the Chapel?

My oldest brother and his fiance are getting married in Punta Cana this March. Approximately 20 family and friends are joining them for this special occasion, which now looks that it may not happen!

You see, the hotel has just informed my brother that the wedding he planned almost one year ago - is not actually planned at all. Their wedding has seemed to have slipped through the cracks. The big mess up? There is only ONE JUDGE in all of Punta Cana and she is booked solid, performing 2-3 weddings per day until June. Why my brother's is not one of them, I don't know. Something sure got mixed up somewhere which is so un-typical for a Carribean island, non? ;) Although a big deal to everyone here, not so much a big deal for people whose favourite phrase is "No worries!"

The ever-so-diligent hotel wedding rep suggested to Mike that he get married here in Canada and then "just have a fake wedding here." (apparently this is no Hilton we're going to!) What to do, what to do. I suggested that I get ordained on-line to be able to perform the ceremony. Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures! So it's official, I am now Reverend Joy of the Universal Life Church, legal in all of the U.S. of A and some Canadian provinces. (just not sure which yet)

When I tell people that I may end up marrying my brother, I gotta tell ya, I do get some strange looks....


Jan 29, 2007

Sunday Afternoon Fun (?)



Well, this weekend was certainly a fun one for Wilbur. We were able to get together with "Griffin", another old english sheepdog who lives in town. It was funny to see the look on Wilbur's face when he saw him - "Hey! You look just like me!"


We decided to take these two boys for a walk on Sunday afternoon and ran into some more dogs - Wilbur had hit the FUN jackpot! He played with a Portuguese Water dog, 2 Standard Poodles and Griffin - oddly enough - all hypo-allergenic.




They all got to know each other pretty fast as butts were sniffed in an orderly fashion, conga line style:

Perhaps too fast...excitement and confusion set in:



Afterwards we took our (human) children to go sledding on this new hill I had never been to - from here on in referred to as "Death Slope". I made the VERY BIG MISTAKE of taking a run down "Death Slope" on my son's very fast sled. Let's just say it didn't end well. I pummelled down "Death Slope" at break neck speed - BACKWARDS. At the end I hit a bump and catapulted off the sled (BACKWARDS) and hit my shoulder and neck. I guess I experienced a momentary lapse of reason when I decided to take that fateful ride. Perhaps I thought I was 11 years old again - where wiping out is actually a fun thing to do. Not so much when you're 37! Now when I try to look left, my entire body must pivot in order for me to do so.

Damn you "Death Slope" - I shall never again return to your treacherous peak!

Jan 26, 2007

Happy Birthday Wilbur! An O.E.S. Life in Pictures


This is where it all started...



Adorable little Wilbur aka - Fulla M5 - was brought into our lives

He was a good baby...


I mean, puppy


He knew how to tell us what he wanted


Coffee being his drug of choice




He also loved bones the size of small human skulls



And then one horrible day we almost lost him to a car accident




We were so thankful he pulled through

Recovery was rough - he hit the bottle hard afterwards

And got into some trouble


But he pulled it together and graduated with honours



Now he is the star we always knew he could be:



With only a little bit of "'tude!"




WE LOVE YA WILBUR! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Jan 25, 2007

Birthday Cards for Shane

Please read this.

To paraphrase, this is the story of Shane, a soon to be 8 year old - battling Leukemia at CHEO Hospital in Ottawa. You can join Shane's battle with a simple birthday card. It may seem like an overly-simplistic gesture, but to Shane, it would mean the world. Shane wants to beat the world record of getting the most birthday cards ever. All it will cost you is a birthday card and a stamp. :)




This story is now making headlines around the world. I'd love it if anyone reading this could help him reach his goal! His birthday is not until May so there's still plenty of time. The address to send cards is:

SHANE
C/O KISS FM
2001 Thurston Dr.
Ottawa ON, K1G 6C9

Hmmmm....

So I was strolling through the Dollar Store yesterday, filling my cart with absolutely useless items, when I stopped dead in my tracks in the health and beauty section. Lo and behold doesn't the Dollar Store carry HOME PREGNANCY TESTS! For a dollar! Well, I wish they would have had these babies 9 years ago when I spent a small fortune on determining whether or not Ellie was going to be a force to be reckoned with. However, having said that, I don't know if I would trust a pregnancy test that came from the Dollar Store.


In keeping with my 'spoiled children' blog entry, I wasn't surprised to read this. Here is a prime example. The three year old throws a tantrum because she doesn't want to take her seat before take-off. So instead of getting control of their daughter, they enable this type of behaviour - AND GET KICKED OFF THE PLANE. Apparently this child was screaming and crawling under the seats, etc, and the crew decided to remove them from the plane. I can just imagine the applause after the door closed behind them. The parents complained and said they needed a little more time to calm their daughter, but "weren't given an opportunity to hold her, console her or anything." Ummm, here's a thought - your daughter is holding up hundreds of other people - sit her in her seat, tell her the situation isn't negotiable and fasten the seat belt already!


Tomorrow is a big day - it's Wilbur's 1st birthday! Woohoo! I am throwing him a birthday party and have invited 7 other dogs to come and eat doggie cake and hamburgers. O.K., while you are now rolling your eyes into the back of your head - stop. I am kidding. I did buy him a stuffed duck that quacks though. And three tennis balls. And a bag of treats. I love my dog. :)


My how you've grown....


Jan 23, 2007

Cheaters, Yeast, Nightmares and Oscar

How's that for a title? Now that I have your attention...


Putz! You were married to the most popular super-model of all time and you cheat on her??? Some men are never satisfied. O.K. Just had to get that off my chest...

Now, on to bigger and better things. I have finally mastered yeast! It's not what you think...I have had a hankering for cinnamon buns lately but there is no "Cinnabon" around here. What's a girl to do? Well, I 'googled' a recipe for it! I just hate baking with yeast because it really has a mind of it's own and it never seems to cooperate with me. Until yesterday. And oh, baby, was it worth it! I made a pan full of ooey-gooey, hot cinnamon buns that were oozing with butter, brown sugar and cinnamon - all caramelized and delish - and then I topped them off with a cream cheese icing. The yeast finally worked for me and I couldn't have been more thrilled. Problem is, they are all gone. Gotta make another batch.

I woke up MORTIFIED this morning. Why? Because right before I woke up I had a dream (nightmare, rather) that I was kissing Donald Trump! Yuck x's a billion! x's infinity!! That is not a nice way to wake up I tell ya. I don't know how his wife does it, all I know is if he worked as a greeter at Walmart he wouldn't be married to a woman who looked like that.


I was pleased to hear that my hometown native Ryan Gosling scored an Oscar nod this year. He was born in London, Ontario but spent many years going to school here. I actually saw him and his buddy a few years back at our local Goodwill store, I think they were looking for vintage clothing. I love the fact that he and fellow Canadian Rachel McAdams are a two-some. A true Canadian likes to keep it real - and find love with someone they know is a kindred Canuck - I mean, spirit. Go Ryan!

Jan 22, 2007

Party Party Party!

So Ellie had her first real girl friend birthday party here on Saturday. Usually we just have family over because we often travel in January. This year we aren't going away until March so we had plenty of time to plan her "Princess Party". She invited 6 girls from her class and the party was set from 2-6 p.m.

Most people told me I was nuts to have a party that lasted that long but really, that's the going rate. We had a craft planned, a movie to watch, games to play, pizza and cake to eat - I figured the time would fly by.

Ummm, notsomuch!

Let's just call this group "Short Attention Span Theatre." All hopped up on sugar and pop, these girls could not focus their attention on any one thing for too long. They bounded through the house as a unit, each one hanging on the next. They screamed, they yelled, they shrieked - all in good fun, but man, girls can be loud. I was never so happy when 6:00 p.m. finally rolled around and slowly but surely our house became (somewhat) quiet again. Thank goodness birthdays come but once a year!

Hubby has finally finished the bathroom and it turned out great. He spent most of Saturday afternoon in there which was brilliant now that I think about it...


Jan 19, 2007

Birth Day



Today is Ellie's 9th birthday. Yes, nine years ago today I remember thinking please let this baby be a girl so I never have to go through this horrendous pain again! And thankfully the Lord blessed me with a beautiful baby girl who makes us smile and laugh every day. I had my worries, she kicked so hard throughout my pregnancy that I was sure it had to be a boy. Or a girl with a very, very big attitude.

Ellie surprisingly came right on her due date. (well, the fact that I was moving large boxes the day before might have something to do with it) That morning I awoke I felt the first sign of the great pain to come - so I went to see my Doctor. By the time I got there the pains had eased up somewhat so she directed me to go home and take a bath. Her parting words to me were "If it's really labour, you'll know." Hmmm, comforting. No sooner did I get into the bath did I get out again. "JUERGEN!" I yelled - "IT'S TIME!"

Now, the hospital where I was to deliver is a good 40 minutes away and let's just say this was not a Sunday drive for me. I was not about to have my second child delivered in the backseat of a Ford Expedition by a man so squeamish he will faint if I even mention any type of bodily fluid. At one point when I felt he was driving too slow I turned to him and yelled a guttural "You ALWAYS want to drive fast - NOW IS THE TIME FOR YOU TO GUN IT - WITH PERMISSION!" Heck, at that point I actually wanted him to get pulled over because then I knew we could get a police escort.

Once in the hospital I did what every other sane woman would do and asked for my epidural. I was told the anesthesiologist was not there that day. Minutes later, with Juergen dutifully by my side, I heard over the hospital intercom - "Dr. Peters, please report to blah-blah-blah...." Dr. Peters is the anesthesiologist. My anesthesiologist.I grabbed Juergen by the collar, pulled him as close to my face as possible and in a voice likened to Damian's, with teeth clenched, screamed: "Don't just stand there. He is HERE. GO AND FIND HIM!!!" Well, turns out Ellie could simply no longer wait for her debut so she made her way out doing her best impression of a small hatchback car. Or at least that's what she felt like travelling down my birth canal.

After a late night last night, and an early morning of getting the kids off to school I informed Juergen that I was going back to bed for an hour. He seemed hesitant until after I reminded him of the eye-bulging pain I endured on this day, 9 years ago. He then changed his response to a most empathetic "Yeah, go ahead - you deserve it."

Indeed I do.

Jan 18, 2007

Permission to be Petty?


Big news
all over the internet today is the fact that Lindsay Lohan has entered rehab. Funny how Hollywood can spin this to be a good thing. People are giving her kudos and saying it's great she's being so proactive. Gimme a break! She's an alcoholic - and she's not even of legal drinking age! Her own mother was quoted as saying: "She's fine — she's amazingly fine." Umm, no she's not. Your daughter is not even 21 years old yet and she's in REHAB! That constitutes 'amazingly fine' to you? What is wrong with these people???


Oh puh-lease! I'd like to meet the idiot who is actually going to wear these. I just don't see it happenin'.

This guy is really getting on my nerves.

What were these two thinking???


Is it just me, or in every picture does Angelina Jolie look like a wax statue? Like
here, here, here, and definitely HERE!

Jan 17, 2007

Spoiled Rotten Kids

O.K. Now I have heard it all:

Special "candy-free" lanes at the grocery store.

This bothers me on many levels. First off, the fact that we as a society are too damn lazy to teach our children that 'no' means 'no'. Instead we pressure supermarkets to make special check-out lanes with NO TEMPTATIONS. Problem solved! Mommy or Daddy doesn't have to parent or worry that their child will throw a fit. Hello people! Children will only do what they can get away with. I am sick and tired of hearing about these parents who feel they need to give in because they just can't stand to see their child sad - or fear their child will create a huge scene over the issue. The easy thing to do is to give in - and then pay for it the rest of your life when you find yourself never being able to say 'no' to your child. Well, don't come crying to me when at her "Super Sweet Sixteen" party, your daughter has a melt down that her Porsche's rims are not diamond-encrusted like she wanted! The proper thing to do is teach your child that just because it is there doesn't mean they can have it. That's life baby! It ain't all a bed of roses. I just want to yell at these people, "It's called a backbone - GET ONE!"

This society we live in really caters to kids I tell ya. We were having that discussion after volleyball last week. My sister-in-law is a teacher and she wishes they would bring back the strap. Not to actually use it, but to have it there as a gentle reminder. I don't know if I'm for that, but I see her point. I feel a lack of parenting is where this behaviour stems from. These kids continually act up, talk back and swear to teachers, don't care if their parents get called and threaten to call Child Services if even a finger is laid on them. They obviously weren't taught respect. Back in our day, it was a huge thing to get in trouble, let alone get called down to the Principal's office - today it is an every day occurrence.


Parenting is hard. The hardest job you'll ever love! Believe me, there are days where I think saying 'yes' would save me time and heartache. But I truly believe that sticking with your guns and continually teaching your child right from wrong will benefit you in the long run. My children have never thrown tantrums in a store, they may quietly pout but that's about it. They know that acting that way will never get them what they want. Never.

Jan 16, 2007

Yoga

In an attempt to become a more, fit, healthy woman - and more importantly, to get out of the house - I have joined a yoga class with my friend Janet. I would love to get in shape but want nothing to do with step aerobics or anything that makes you have to jump up and down - in any fashion. Now yoga I can get into - especially the 'cool down' part at the end, that's my favourite. Janet and I get so into it that we almost fall asleep. As sleep deprived Moms, what's better than a dimly lit room, filled with like-minded women who just want to relax? Well, except for Pat, Janet's friend who during this quiet time decided she'd had enough and started packing up her stuff, apparently this relaxing time was too boring for her! I tell ya, it's hard to find your happy place when someone behind you has given up on hers! ;)

For anyone out there who thinks yoga is easy, it isn't. It stretches muscles in your body that you never knew you had. Being limber is a foreign idea to my body. Heck, I don't think I was limber when I was 10. The trick to yoga is the breathing. Deep breathing through your nose. I haven't heard so much heavy breathing going on in a room since high school. Wow!

I have to say it's rather hard to take Jane Fonda's advice and "don't forget to breathe!" while you're trying to perfect the pose, while you're stretching your neck to see if you are doing the same thing as the instructor - and everyone else in the room, while you're trying to maintain your balance. Clearly I have some work to do.

Jan 15, 2007

Bee(s) in My Bonnet

A couple things I need to get off my chest:

Sometimes the rich have more money than brains. That is why they go and do stuff like this Why do they call it plastic surgery? Because you look plastic after having it? These are things that I wonder about...

If I hear one more thing about Britney Spears I fear I may hurl. Would it hurt the girl to stay in one night with her kids? Hollywood is a vortex that swallows up young women and turns them into complete and utter idiots. You will never find happiness in a bar Britney!

If anything gets me fired up, it's a bad windshield wiper - especially today when we are getting dumped on with snow (and ice). A good windshield wiper can make me sooo happy, why I don't know. I just love a good, clean swipe on a dirty windshield.

The fact that my husband does not trust me enough to pick out paint for our soon-to-be remodelled bathroom. Who do you think decorated this house, mister? You?!!! Oh my goodness, I am on the floor laughing hysterically right now!

Dust. My arch nemisis! And when you're sanding drywall, it can get TOTALLY out of control:



Hubby being home from work. Spying on everything I do. This is my job site thank-you, and I will run it the way I see fit!

People who are miserable and make everyone else miserable. (don't ask) If you want to be miserable, keep it to yourself!

Those are the bees in my bonnet for today. Thanks for listening. :0)

Jan 11, 2007

The Genius of George Bush


Socalmuchacha, I know you will like this one...

Jan 10, 2007

Shop 'til You Drop

My 'bestest' friend Janet and I went shopping today in Ottawa for she needed a new bathing suit. She wanted me to come along for moral support - even though she and I wear the same size jeans, she thinks she is WAY bigger than me. Fool! O.K. She does have it over on me in the chest area, that I will give her. Well, we spent an hour in Bikini Village and I truly think we are qualified enough to now work there. Janet did succeed in getting a tankini bathing suit but of course had to pay through the nose for it. Owch. It hurts so much more when it has to come out of your nose!

We hit Old Navy at a prime time - the sales associate, one of the most helpful ladies I've ever met, showed us everything she was marking down - at 75% off! For the same price as her bathing suit cost, Janet walked out of there with two HUGE bags full! Jack desperately needed a new winter coat and I could not find one anywhere for the life of me. Apparently, buying a winter coat - in wintertime - is an impossible task. Who knew? Well, I ended up getting a down filled coat, orginally priced at $65.00 - for only $11.79. (collective gasp here)

Thank-you Old Navy! Because of you, my son won't freeze!

Jan 8, 2007

Rosie vs The Donald vs The Apprentice

Put aside the world and all of its turmoil for one second and let us concentrate on the truly big story going on right now. The war between Rosie and The Donald. And his subsequent promoting of The Apprentice.

First off, I have always hated the name Donald. And to put ‘The’ in front of it only makes it worse. This man is really starting to get on my nerves. I don’t think he has any true friends, I think he just surrounds himself with “yes” men. And can someone please tell me why no-one on this green earth has told him his hair looks like a long-haired cat laid down and died right there on his forehead? I digress. In a pathetic attempt to increase ratings for his “hit” t.v. show “The Apprentice” he has turned this feud with Rosie into front-page news. (must be a slow news day, 6 days in a row) Problem is, unless he starts finding more interesting ways to say "You're Fired!", ("¡Le encienden!", "Siete infornati!", "Sie werden gefeuert!") I think this show has had it's day in the sun.

Hubby and I sat in disgust as we watched the season premiere which featured the losing team being relegated to the backyard of the mansion. To live in tents. Oooohhh, how brilliant of those television executives to think of that! Only problem is – half the time they’re out there – it’s DARK. And because they’re not using spot lights, you are basically left watching this pathetic losing team cry about their sad existence in black and white. If I wanted to watch black and white t.v. I’d transport myself back to 1961!

Turns out, ratings are down for the show and hubby and I have decided to boycott it. The last straw for me happened when The Donald called the losing team into the boardroom in this most prophetic way – “Get your asses in here.” To tell you the truth, I couldn't care less who his new apprentice will be, but boy it sure would be nice to see average looking applicants. Every single woman on that show looks like a supermodel. Sure, some of the men can be quirky looking - but the woman all look like they just walked off stage from the Miss USA pageant.

Here's my idea to end this feud. Give Rosie and The Donald their own t.v. show. Together. Fighting head-to-head. With lights, camera and action! They can preside over two very distinct groups - average folk against the pretty people. Certain to be a blood bath - with lots of conflict, feuding, battling, name-calling and mudslinging -just what America needs right now!

I'm a pretty proud Mama at this moment because I can honestly say that my children are better behaved than Mr. Donald Trump and Ms. Rosie O'Donnell. Cheers!

Monday, Monday

I had no idea it was THAT dark at 6:50 a.m. No wonder we all slept in like lazy slobs for the past 2 weeks. I told hubby last night that my holidays were over. Today another sort of holidays start - the ones where the kids go back to school. Yay!

The weather here is still mild - it's raining today. I am thankful for it but also a bit apprehensive after seeing An Inconvenient Truth. This is the mildest winter we have seen here in ages. The grass is still green for Pete's sake! Last year on January 21st I was looking at this.

My new obsession on the boob tube is watching real estate shows like Flip This House, House Hunters, Open House, Buy Me, etc. (side note- "Armando" on Flip this House reminds me of my cousin Tim) The shows featuring house flippers are fun to watch, unfortunately the locale we live in is not conducive to this type of money-making idea. One experienced flipper referred to a house he was working on as a 'one night stand' stating that in order to make any money you must, "Get in, get on, get out." The most money is made when you can turnover a house quickly. Unfortunately the real estate market here is so stale, the 4 month old Ritz crackers I found under my side of the bed have more potential...

The kids have now just left for school and the house is quiet. Too quiet. Wait, this is a good quiet. A great quiet. An absolutely FABULOUS quiet! Happy Monday everyone...

Jan 7, 2007

An Inconvenient Truth

Last night hubby and I watched An Inconvenient Truth. This is a documentary that you MUST watch. I am a bit of a documentary junkie and this one was riveting. Al Gore has been dutifully educating the world on the future effects of global warming for years now. Unfortunately his warnings have fallen on deaf ears. He posed a very good question, what will we tell our children when they ask us why we didn't stop this sooner?

Please, go out and rent this movie!

Jan 5, 2007

Tim Horton's You Really ARE a Big Part of My Life!

Yesterday while we were pulling into Tim Horton's for a coffee, my daughter Ellie noticed through the big glass window, a man sitting in a suit and a well dressed woman with him. She immediately came to the conclusion that something big was up. She stated, "I bet he's proposing to her..."

I laughed and snorted back, "Oh, please, what kind of a man would propose in Tim Horton's????" Then I quickly retracted that statement by adding "Well, except for your father of course..." In that split second I remembered that MY husband proposed to ME in a Tim Horton's parking lot, thankyouverymuch.

We were on our way to a lovely place called Chateau Montebello which is a good 45 minute drive from where we live. Hubby could not bear the fact that my engagement ring was burning a hole in his pocket so after he went in and picked up our steaming coffees, (we're talking pre drive-thru days)he opened the door to the car, knelt down and proposed on the spot.

Balloon rides, jumbo-tron screens, sky writing, fancy restaurants - keep 'em. Remembering the way I got engaged makes me smile every time!

Jan 4, 2007

Patience May Be a Virtue...

...but it ain't one of mine!


I brought my computer in on Tuesday morning and they made the mistake of telling me that it may be ready by days end. Two days later I am still sans computer and I have payroll for hubby's company to do today. Why can nothing go smoothly?


I ran into an old friend yesterday and got some great news. She's leaving her fiance. Why is that great news? Because he's an idiot. I'm sorry, but he is. He was verbally abusive and was starting to shown signs that physical abuse was not far behind - these signs were enough for her to pull the plug. I am so proud of her because she is (was, now I guess) very complacent and would do anything to please. For her to stick up for herself and stand on her own is truly amazing and I couldn't be happier. She deserves to find a man who will treat her with kindness, love and respect.

I don't think I've ever had a more relaxing time during the Christmas holidays. It's funny how the world has stopped for this week again. I haven't been doing any work for the business - haven't even been checking the phone for messages. I figure no-one really wants to start back to the normal word until next week - when the kids FINALLY go back to school. Hubby has been off and has now started tackling a bathroom remodel which may end my state of bliss sooner than later. Dust, anyone? Noise, anyone? We got 'em both!


Well, as I am writing this I finally get the call that my computer is done. Gotta go pick it up and spend the next couple of hours pulling my hair out when I try to put it all back together. Patience - indeed!

Jan 3, 2007

Double Oh 7!

I don't know why I was so happy to see 2006 over with but I was. Perhaps it's because 7 is my lucky number. All good things for 2007. Shit, now I think I've jinxed it. Nix that.


I am anxiously awaiting my new computer. It's been approximately 8 years since my last desk top and the old one was failing miserably. Hubby finally gave into my desperate cries and now I await the call to pick up this new gem. Nothing fancy - just more space, a flat screen and a dvd burner which I have never had. My old computer wouldn't even let me watch videos on YouTube - and we all know how important THAT is.

It's been rather blissful here with no school for the kids (more importantly, no homework) no early wake up calls (it's official, we are all lazy pigs now) and lots of cuddling on the couch watching t.v. Next Monday morning is going to pretty ugly I tell ya! I can just see the looks on the kids faces when I wake them up at the ungodly hour of 7:00 a.m.

The Tassimo machine was a BIG hit. It's brilliant this machine! Fresh cappuccinos whenever our heart desires! Yum. One negative though - they don't include any coffee with it. Being the pessimist that I am, I foresaw this and stocked up on these hard-to-find packages beforehand. What a downer though for some to open up the box and realize there's nothing to brew. Nada. Well, they did include free coupons to get the coffee but what good is that on Christmas morning?

The 'college crew' decided to go out for dinner on New Years Eve, there were 8 of us all together. We had appetizers and cocktails here first and then went up the road a very short distance to this Italian restaurant. Talk about price gauging - but that's par for the course on New Year's Eve I think. Our timing was off - way off! We started dinner at 9:00 p.m. and somehow 3 hours flew by. We were shocked to see the ice rain outside and then by the time we cleaned off the vehicles and got moving (at a very slow pace) we ended up spending the countdown to midnight cautiously getting out of the vehicles and onto our very icy driveway. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I had to laugh as I think that is much more memorable than if we would have been inside toasting wit the bottle of champagne we bought. Our party then went from 8 to people down to 4 as 2 couples had to drive home before the weather got any worse. We still had fun and stayed up 'til 3:00 a.m.

Ellie has been using the rather annoying phrase "I know" to everything I say. She doesn't say it rudely, her tone goes up at the end,but somehow it still drives me insane.
"Ellie, you HAVE to go make your bed."
"I know."
"Ellie, we have to hurry up - let's go!"
"I know.
"Ellie, go brush your hair!"
"I know."
Well, she's changed her response after much prodding from me. Now her answer is:
"Indeed!"
Where she got that from I have no idea. The kid cracks me up.

"Ellie, go brush your teeth!"
"Indeed!"
It works for me!