@ygmg's random post reminded me of this one. DD cracks me up. DS does too but I can't think of anything off the top of my head right now.
Anyway, we were hiking in CO and DD was being a little pokey and H told her to focus and pick up the pace. "I'm busy right now, Dad, I'm watching Frozen in my head."
The boys found their testicles in the bath the other night and Jake relayed this conversation to me:
Boys: What des Daddya? Jake: Those are your testicles. They are in your scrotum. Boys: What they do? Jake: ...... Marc: They for eating? Gabe: They for touching? Marc: They for running? Gabe: They for hitting? Jake: NO DON'T HIT YOUR TESTICLES!!!! Boys: What they for?? Jake: ..... they're for growing.....
@ygmg's random post reminded me of this one. DD cracks me up. DS does too but I can't think of anything off the top of my head right now.
Anyway, we were hiking in CO and DD was being a little pokey and H told her to focus and pick up the pace. "I'm busy right now, Dad, I'm watching Frozen in my head."
I love this.
I play Clueless in my head a lot. (the movie, assholes)
C makes a bug deal about being tall "like daddy" when she grows up (my h is 6'2") and I tell her she has to sleep really well to grow big. I told her the other night at bedtime that if she continues sleeping poorly (going to bed too late, getting up too early, not napping well) she's going to stay her current size forever (I know, I know, MOTY). When I dropped her off at daycare yesterday she informed me that she was going to nap really well so she'd be big like daddy and not short like me. Thanks kid for that ego boost.
DS loves our body parts to give "kisses". So, hand kisses (high 5), belly kisses (belly bump), tushy/thumb/ear kisses, etc. It's one way to stall bedtime... On Monday he requested a penis kiss. Ummmm. Nope.
He had to settle for a knee kiss and a discussion about body parts. AGAIN.
When we got to our beach cottage for vacation a few weeks ago, my four-year-old ran to the window at the back of the house and yelled, "Mama! I can't believe our pool is the ocean!"
This morning: DS (3): "I will use bad words when I'm Tony Stark." (Ever since he was Iron Man for Halloween, he thinks that he'll be Tony Stark when he grows up.) Me: "Oh, do you like to say bad words?" DS: "No, but that's what grown ups do."
(We always tell him that bad words are only for grown ups.)
DD 1 is obsessed with the cartoon Disney movie 101 Dalmatians. We were watching it yesterday and she said..." oh I love the part with the cat you know Sauce & chips." Me: what did you just call him? "sauce and chips, that 's his name." Me: No baby his name is sergeant Tibbs
I guess sergeant Tibbs sounds like Sauce & chips to a 7 year old.
Post by indianchica on Jul 1, 2015 11:01:27 GMT -5
Oh, also I tell DD2 that vitamins and healthy foods help her grow while bad foods make her stay small and can even shrink her if she eats too many. This generally works out well. The other day, I am holding her saying how I miss her being a baby and she says, "That's OK Mommy. I will stop taking my vitamins and only eat chocolate donuts. Then I will be a baby again. Just for you."
The boys found their testicles in the bath the other night and Jake relayed this conversation to me:
Boys: What des Daddya? Jake: Those are your testicles. They are in your scrotum. Boys: What they do? Jake: ...... Marc: They for eating? Gabe: They for touching? Marc: They for running? Gabe: They for hitting? Jake: NO DON'T HIT YOUR TESTICLES!!!! Boys: What they for?? Jake: ..... they're for growing.....
LOL!
This reminded me of something DS said the other day. He grabbed he testicles in surprise and said, "Mom! There's a tomato in here! How'd that tomato get in there?"
DS loves our body parts to give "kisses". So, hand kisses (high 5), belly kisses (belly bump), tushy/thumb/ear kisses, etc. It's one way to stall bedtime... On Monday he requested a penis kiss. Ummmm. Nope.
He had to settle for a knee kiss and a discussion about body parts. AGAIN.
DS does this too! Ear kiss now, Mommy! Now forehead kiss! Thankfully no penis kisses though!
Lately DS has been into adventure type stuff. The sitter had a stone walkway up to her front door. Every day when I pick him up at daycare he only steps on certain parts of the walkway. "don't step on the movie traps mommy!"
Oh, also, DD2 wanted to know what making out was. SHE'S FIVE. So of course DH and I are like, uh, where did you hear about making out? It's in one of the My Weird School books, where apparently a teacher assigns the kids something and then says something along the lines of, "I'll be back in five minutes to see how you're making out," and the kids all respond "Ew!"
She came to me with this and was like, "What's making out? Is it gross?"
We told her it was kissing. Which of course led her to tell DD1, "I'm going to make out with you!" (They like to make kissy-lips at each other until one squeals and runs away.) So then we had to explain that THAT phrase was inappropriate.
Also, when I told them about the SSM decision in very simple terms this week, they wanted to know if that meant they could marry each other, lol. This has been a thing with them for awhile, they are very disappointed that they can't marry each other and live together forever when they grow up. I told them they can live together if they want, but they still can't get married.
I asked my 3 year son what makes him happy when he's scared (Daniel Tiger sings, close your eyes and think of something happy). He said Cheerios and a purse.
Report from daycare: N was leading her class in a game of run and hide from the monster, which is apparently their favorite. Teacher overhears, "Everybody follow me so the white Michael Jackson doesn't get us!" She's so embarrassing. We've never called him a monster, but we obviously didn't do a good job of explaining his changes in appearance.
Report from daycare: N was leading her class in a game of run and hide from the monster, which is apparently their favorite. Teacher overhears, "Everybody follow me so the white Michael Jackson doesn't get us!" She's so embarrassing. We've never called him a monster, but we obviously didn't do a good job of explaining his changes in appearance.
Report from daycare: N was leading her class in a game of run and hide from the monster, which is apparently their favorite. Teacher overhears, "Everybody follow me so the white Michael Jackson doesn't get us!" She's so embarrassing. We've never called him a monster, but we obviously didn't do a good job of explaining his changes in appearance.
Watching a commercial this morning while getting ready: Frank: "look at that statue mom!" Me: "oh yeah, that's the statue of liberty" Frank: "what's liberty" Me: "hmm ... well, it means you can do things you'd like to do, you don't always have to do what someone tells you ... uh" (crap) Frank: "I don't want to go to school" Me: "we have to go to school, it's bike day" Frank: "mom, you said I could do what I want like the libry statue, I don't want to go to school"
The only thing I can come up with right now is that Little E tells me all.the.time: "Get outta here with that." I assume it's an indication that I say it way too much.
Oh, and the other day bubble butt was just tired, cranky, and we both hit a wall. I made a comment to DH like well it's a good thing he's cute otherwise I'd be putting him on craigslist to which DH mentioned that there are more potential buyers on ebay. I said that was true but the cost to pack him up and ship him out would be too much, which triggered a melt down because he didn't want me to put him in a box and ship him to Canada. I felt bad but I couldn't stop laughing either.
Weeeellll, H's knee is hurting right now, and last night he tripped over something coming into the kitchen (air, probably, knowing him) and said "FUCK!" very loudly, to which L promptly replied, "uck!" Lovely.
My mom drinks wine every night and ds always asks her to have some and my mom will tell him he can have it when he is a grown up. Me: What do you want to be when you grow up? DS: I just want to drink wine when I grow up.
Not recent but the son (DS2) I posted about has one I will never forget. He was 5 and his older brother was 6. DS2 rarely gets angry but when he does, he explodes. DS1 was teasing him and he had had ENOUGH. He yelled, "I want you to shut up! I wish you were dead! And when you're dead, your girlfriend is going to love ME!"
Last year our neighbors house was struck by lightening and burned to the ground. Now the kids hate storms. Today we are having a really bad thunder/lightening storm. This morning when H dropped the kids off at the sitter's he said "bye, hope you have a nice day!"