April 22nd, 2009 
While driving through the city the other day we saw teenagers holding a car wash. The sign said, “For Prom!” My husband yelled out the window at them, “Don’t go to prom! Prom sucks!”
While being taunted by ThePrincess in her best “na na na na na” voice “Little girls are made of sugar. And spice. And everything nice.” The 2 older boys said, “Yeah? Well, boys are made of fire crackers and matchsticks!”
Upon awakening the other morning, ThePrincess said in succession, “Mama, when the baby comes out, will it be kinda… nekkid?” “Mama, why are you scared of clowns?” “Is Big Bird a boy or a girl?” “Mama, tell me about when I was born.”
While playing pretend electric guitar, TheMiddlest said to ThePrincess, “Do you think this pimps?!”
While watching tv the other day, talking about a character on a show, TheOldest said, “He looks like a bear… I said giraffe, but I meant to say zebra.”
While coming out of the 2 1/2 month sick stupor of first trimester I actually said, “When I’m not puking I’m the queen!”
While jumping on the trampoline TheOldest made up a game where he jumps across the trampoline and sings, “Dance to your Destination!”
At the end of a pretend band that the kids were performing for at the end of the night Daddy started singing, “Bedtime is just around the corner (said coh-ner, in honor of my Dad!), Take and put your instruments away.” We still sing it and it still brings about grumbles. If I could record that song I would.
Around Easter BigMan began asking, “Why God die, Mama?” And with every explanation, we were met with another, “Why God die?” At about the 25 in a row mark we began to answer him with, “Because He loves you so much.” Evidently he liked the tone and seriousness of our response because he continued to ask, “Why God die?” about 100 times a day for about a week. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of answering that question.
January 27th, 2009 The other day, on the way home TheOldest tells my honey, “Daddy, when we get home, you and me and all the other kids can go metal detecting while Mama relaxes and does the dishes.”
TheOldest, again, the other day, picked up my Created To Be His Helpmeet by Debi Pearl that I’ve been reading and asked me what it’s about. I told him that it’s about how to be a better wife. And he says, “So, it tells you things like not to yell at Daddy?”
Because, really, this isn’t me.
Ever.
Really. This is me. All the time.
Really.
December 9th, 2008 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)
October 23rd, 2008 
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.)
October 14th, 2008 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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