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And I usually laugh. Or cry.
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Looking for some doctors coloring sheets and printables for TheOldest your 5 year old Middlest says of the thermometer:
“Look! I saw that pee stick thing!” (you know, the pregnancy pee stick)
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The time that he asked if he could stay in her room “just a few minutes longer, Mama, so I can read Dr. Seuss to her before bed.” (On the bed that I slept on as a little girl, no less.)
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While telling my husband tonight that I forgot to wash our comforter and offering to throw it in the wash real quick like, he said no, that would be fine, we’d manage without tonight, “You know, I’m easy like Sunday mornin’.” And it suddenly struck us both as funny. Who wrote this song anyway? Because I know they didn’t have a bunch of young’n’s they were tryin’ to get to church on time. ‘Cause ain’t nothin’ easy about that.
While we’re talkin’ about the things my family says - my girl was at it again tonight. While drivin’ back from gettin’ some groceries she said she knew what she would name her babies when she was all grown up. (In order) the name of her baby-est brother, Cornflakes, Santa, Tree, and Sign. Hi-larious. Where does she get this stuff?
Oh, and kinda related to the church thing (you know, the above Sunday morning reference? for those of you as brain-lacking as me). That thar’s my church down there. And that thar’s the art show. And that thar is my wall hanging a’hangin’ on that wall. And, why yes, if you can find it (kind of like my own version of Where’s Waldo) you’ll see a ribbon next to it. No money, but I did place in the top ten of my division. Ye-ah! And contrary to what I was convinced of, there were more than 11 entries. That may boost my confidence just enough to go ahead and start that etsy shop I’ve been shying (that’s a word, right?) away from now for months.
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Tonight as I was bathing the two smaller ones my girl said to my baby-est, “You see this big belly right here?” pointing to her own belly. “That’s…That’s where God is deciding what baby I should have some day.”
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This boy is too funny! As I’ve said before, I could swear he does stuff developmentally just to give me more worry wrinkles on my face. Like the baby that would not roll over (at all) until he was 6 months old. And then was running by 9 months. Turns out his speech patterns are identical. This child wouldn’t say “mama” or “dada” until just recently. While everyone else’s babies were saying “bye-bye” and lots of other cute, normal baby things, he just yelled. And cried. And laughed. And said “ooh”. And now at 18 months he’s speaking in complete, coherent, meaningful sentences. “I ont wadee” (I want water), “It hurt” (pointing to his ant bites), “I onna pay” (I wanna play [with his siblings]), you can ask him about any question and get an answer that is appropriate and definite. Do you like this show? And you get an emphatic head nod or an absolute “no” head shake. Offer him 2 different popsicles and he’ll always choose “puh-ple” (purple). And he means it - don’t try to give him another color. Who is this child?
Lately, his two cutest habits are “nuhse. nuhse. i onna nuhse. nuhse. NUHSE!” (need i really tell you what he’s demanding with this one?!)
And, “watch. watch. watch. watch. watch. WATCH.” While waiting for us to watch him do whatever trick he’s come up with now. Usually something daring, dangerous, and so cute that it makes everybody laugh. Of course. Like just before he does head over heels flips on our bed. Or off the back of the couch. Or while daddy and all the others wrestle on the floor, jumping from his daddy’s back and landing on daddy’s head - “watch. watch. watch. watch. watch. watch WATCH.”
His daddy and I were discussing this newest phase the other night laughing about how he never just says, “Watch.” We can be looking straight at him the first time and even say, “Ok, go.” But he must say it at least 3 more times. Because his siblings feel the need to say “Watch” or “Mama” or “Daddy” 15 million times in a row. Because, of course, we’re always busy and distracted. And they think they aren’t being paid attention to even when they are. And my honey said, “You know, it takes at least a 3rd baby in a family to be a ‘watch-watch baby.’” Your first child has your undivided attention. They don’t say “watch” at all because you’re analyzing their every move. Your second child has to say “Watch” but you can turn your attention fairly quickly to which ever child is requesting it. Have a third child talking age and you get a chance at a “watch-watch” baby. He hears the first two vying for attention with repetition. oh the repetition. And he thinks that’s just what you say to get everyone to stop and look at you.
“watch. watch. watch. watch. watch. WATCH.”
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Today ThePrincess acted like she was gagging and trying to throw up to the giggles of her brothers. Inspired by, of course, all the gagging and throwing up of TheBaby-est in his penny crisis. I wonder where on earth they get their serious natures from. She says to TheMiddlest, “Yook, I gakking. Agh, agh.” To which he responded, “That’s not gakking. That’s throw upping.”
(A funny aside - I went looking for a picture of these two together especially a silly one. Not a one. I’m not kidding. You can’t get these two together unless they’re fighting. And then I came across this one that my honey took not too long ago. Ah, the family bed, the only place TheMiddlest and ThePrincess can be found not trying to kill each other.)
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Tonight while I was tucking this sweetie into bed we were looking at his “prize” from his Subway “Kid’s Meal”. On one of the cards there was a quiz about some Hannah Montana song or something. It was called “Life’s What You Make It”. As soon as I read the title out loud to him, my middlest said, “But that’s not right. We don’t make life. That would only be true for God. He makes it all.”
Keep the truths coming, keep teaching this teacher, you smart ones.
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While I was sweeping today, TheOldest said, “Why do you sweep? It’s like mouthwash for dogs. There’s no point in it. It’s just gonna get dirty, like, immediately.”
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after church, my oldest said, “i learned the same thing twice - when i was in kindergarten i learned it - i learned the same thing today.”
daddy: ”what was it?”
my oldest: ”uh… i don’t remember.”
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last night driving back from the park, where the boys wore flip-flops, of course.
my oldest was having a pretend crying fit about some imagined wrong-doing when his younger brother said, “don’t cry on my foot - it’s dirty.”
and this morning, while having a pretend boy battle, the younger brother said to the oldest, “you better fight hard, kid!”