Monday, August 31, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
M: Mom, you see that white box?
Me: Yes, M. I do.
M: It's empty, you know. But do you know why we play with it?
Me: No M, why?
M: 'Cause we like to. That's why.
Me: Hmm... I smell poo. Why does it smell like poo? A, did you
go poo poo.
A: No. (in his deep man voice grunt)
M: It must be E, if it's not A.
Me: You're right M. (as I check E) Nope, not E. Hmm...
M: Well, actually Mom, it was me. Oops, excuse me. I've got gas.
Me: I smell poo again.
M: I said excuse me already, Mom!
M: You see it's big, bigger, and um... (glances at me with a scowl on her face) really tall.
Me: What about big, bigger, biggest?
M: Yep, that's it. Big, bigger, biggest. I just forgot for a little while.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
M: C, I'm your little sister. Please don't ever hurt me again, or I
will hurt you back.
C: Like how, M? (honestly curious with a bit of fear)
M: Like I could bite you, or hit you, or pinch you, or do lots of
things to hurt you.
C: Oh yeah. Well then I'll just call the police!
J: Yeah C! Call the police right now!!
M: (crying) Oh, I'm going to go tell Mom again.
C: No, M. It's okay. I won't call the police. I'm sorry.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
C: Hey Mom. I see you are busy folding towels, but I need some help
tying my tennis shoes. So I'll just sit here and wait patiently until you
are finished. Then you will be able to help me."
M: Mom, you know when I make bad choices, and then you make a
consequence for me? Well, sometimes those consequences make me really sad.
But I know it's my fault. I made the bad choice, and there's always a
consequence for the choices me make. So even though I'm sad, and it hurts,
I know you love me. So thank you Mom."
Friday, August 14, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
She's starting to get around! A never learned to crawl on his hands and knees; he would just drag himself with his arms - the army crawl. I think sliding on the hardwood floor encouraged that. So poor E lives naked. She stays in her diaper when she's playing on the floor, to stifle any attempts to slide around.
And you'll notice she's trying to say "mama." No, not really. Not even close. It's just me trying to take any of her "mmmm" sounds and claim "mama." The kids always say "dada" first. But it's okay. It's just much easier to make the "da" sound. "Ma" is a little more sophisticated.