I recently had a surgery. The kids' reaction:
His Aunt: Your mom is going to need you to be gentle and help her when she comes home; she's going to be really sore.
A (age 5): I'm so worried about her.
C (age 2): MOMMY!
Me: Careful, honey. Mommy has owies.
C: Owies? *touches drain bulbs* Owie there?
She now proudly points out her knowledge of the owies and where they are whenever she sees me.
A (age 5): Mommy, come here to the couch so you can rest.
Me: Thank you, sweetheart.
A: Can I see your owies?
Me: Ok, if you want to.
A: *looks* Ohhhhh, my poor little Mommy.
My dad came to help out after my surgery....
A (age 5): Boompa! What are you doing?
Boompa: I'm cutting the grass for your dad.
A: Boompa, that's DADDY'S lawnmower.
C (age 2): *climbs into Boompa's lap for a snuggle. After a few seconds, she turns her face to his.* Hi.
C (age 2): *after being told no, is crying loudly in the middle of the room*
Me: *after a few seconds* Hey, are you done?
C: *stops crying and nods once, then wanders off*
A (age 5): Hey, Boompa, it's my birthday!!!
Uncle C: That's great buddy, but I'm not Boompa.
A: I know, Boompa.
Uncle C: Do you know who I am?
A: Yeah
Uncle C: ....
A: Uncle C.
Uncle C: That's right.
A: So hurry up, Boompa, I want to show you my Ninjago!
C (age 2): LA LA LA! LA LA LA!!!!
Boompa: You're on a sugar high, I can tell.
A (age 5): What's a sugar high?
A: *not waiting for a response* Sugar high, Sugar High, SUGAR HIGH!!!!!!
A (age 5): *To EVERYONE on the phone this week* Well, maybe next time you can buy me...
C (age 2): *climbs into a box* Uh-oh. Reh-ee, set, go! Oh no! Mommy! Help!
Mommy: What happened?
C: Ah stuck!
Mommy: Stuck? Oh no!
C: Yeah!
Monday, July 2, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Young Love
A (age 4): *holding out a wedding shower favor silver ring* Mom! I found a ring for E!!
A: *at Wushu class* E, will you marry me?
A: E and I are going to get married so we can go on a date!
Dad: Um, you usually go on dates before you get married, kiddo; not the other way around.
A: *At Avengers with E and his Wushu family* E, that's Cap'in America an' that's IRON MAN! I like Iron Man. And that's the bad guy. Who's the bad guy, Mom?
Mom: Loki.
A: Hey E, that's LOKI. He's the bad guy. Oh! There's the Hulk! He goes SMASH! Hey...hey E, I got a ring for you! It's silver and it's at my house. For when we get married.
A & E: *leaving Avengers, holding each others hands as they leave the theatre*
A: *at Wushu class* E, will you marry me?
A: E and I are going to get married so we can go on a date!
Dad: Um, you usually go on dates before you get married, kiddo; not the other way around.
A: *At Avengers with E and his Wushu family* E, that's Cap'in America an' that's IRON MAN! I like Iron Man. And that's the bad guy. Who's the bad guy, Mom?
Mom: Loki.
A: Hey E, that's LOKI. He's the bad guy. Oh! There's the Hulk! He goes SMASH! Hey...hey E, I got a ring for you! It's silver and it's at my house. For when we get married.
A & E: *leaving Avengers, holding each others hands as they leave the theatre*
Disneyland!
The family just went on a trip to Disneyland, which is solid gold for memorable moments. Let's see how many of them I can remember...
C (age 22 months): Tea! Ride! Tea! Look!
Mom: Oh. Yay. The Tea-Cup ride.
C: Yeah! Cup! Tea! Ride! Tea!
Oma: Do you want this hat, C?
C: *pleasantly* No!
Oma: How about this toy? It's Lady! A doggie!
C: *pleasantly* No!
Oma: Don't you want anything??
C: *pleasantly* No!
A: I want something!
C: *to absolutely everything in the park, interjected with gasps of surprise* Whass-at?! Whass-at? Whass-at?
New words learned at Disneyland by C: Shah-ping, Nah-pit, Mi-Nee Nowss, Ride*.
*Shopping, Muppet, Minnie Mouse, Ride
Memorable Moment: After getting her picture taken with Dale, C decided that Bun-Bun-Bunny needed to sit in her stroller. Chip walked up, observing her as she tried to cross the buckles over Bun-Bun-Bunny's lap. Chip patted her on the head, then proceeded to buckle Bun-Bun-Bunny in. C watched for a moment, and when presented with a buckled bunny, started waving her hands frantically and making panicked cries until Mom pulled Bun-Bun-Bunny out and handed him back. Chip got a dirty look from C as she walked her bunny away.
Mom: So do you know where we're going?
A (age 4): North?
Dad: What does that say right there?
A: Umm...Disneyland?
Mom: Disneyland?
Dad: Is that what it says?
A: ...yeah...?
Mom: What's that?
A: Is that Disneyland? I like Disneyland, so I want to go.
C: Whass-at? Whass-at?
A: I don't know what's this place...
***
Mom: So where are we?
A: At the hotel?
Dad: Where're we going, A?
A: Um, I don't know
Mom: You don't know? Maybe we're at...Disneyland?
A: Yeah....
Oma surprises A in the gift shop at the hotel. She lives 2000 miles away and he didn't know she'd be there:
Oma: Hi, A!
A: OMA! *hugs her* Oma, come here, I want to show you something...
Oma: *laughs* Yeah, come here, Oma: I want to show you something I want you to buy for me.
A: I want to go to the Star Wars ride!!
***after the Star Tours ride***
Mom: Did you like it?
A: No, Dark Vader scared me.
Dad: Do you want to go on again?
A: No.
Dad went on the It's A Small World ride for the first time.
Dad: *whispers* Oh my god! It's so racist! This is horrible!
A: That was fun! Can we go on again?!?!
Mom & Dad: NO.
-On Pirates of the Caribbean:
A: *cowering and whimpering in fear*
C: *snuggling and happily asleep through the whole ride*
-On Haunted Mansion:
A: *cowering and whimpering in fear*
C: *staring with mild interest*
-On Splash Mountain
A: *refused to go anywhere near it*
C: *couldn't go on it*
-On Ariel's Undersea Adventure
A & C: YAY! AGAIN!!!
A: I want a corn dog.
Mom: We can't find corn dogs. Just eat the barbecue.
A: It's spicy. My heart says this isn't good food.
***the next morning in the hotel***
A: *pointing to the park map* Mom, Oma and I found the corn dog place. So we have to go and get a corn dog.
***At the character breakfast***
C: *to Baloo* Hi! *high fives him*
A: *hides under the table until Baloo is gone*
A: Let's go on the merry-go-round!
Mom: That's a Ferris Wheel.
A: This is the best merry-go-round ever!
Mom: Ferris Wheel.
A: Mommy, I love you. This is the bestest family I could ever have.
C (age 22 months): Tea! Ride! Tea! Look!
Mom: Oh. Yay. The Tea-Cup ride.
C: Yeah! Cup! Tea! Ride! Tea!
Oma: Do you want this hat, C?
C: *pleasantly* No!
Oma: How about this toy? It's Lady! A doggie!
C: *pleasantly* No!
Oma: Don't you want anything??
C: *pleasantly* No!
A: I want something!
C: *to absolutely everything in the park, interjected with gasps of surprise* Whass-at?! Whass-at? Whass-at?
New words learned at Disneyland by C: Shah-ping, Nah-pit, Mi-Nee Nowss, Ride*.
*Shopping, Muppet, Minnie Mouse, Ride
Memorable Moment: After getting her picture taken with Dale, C decided that Bun-Bun-Bunny needed to sit in her stroller. Chip walked up, observing her as she tried to cross the buckles over Bun-Bun-Bunny's lap. Chip patted her on the head, then proceeded to buckle Bun-Bun-Bunny in. C watched for a moment, and when presented with a buckled bunny, started waving her hands frantically and making panicked cries until Mom pulled Bun-Bun-Bunny out and handed him back. Chip got a dirty look from C as she walked her bunny away.
Mom: So do you know where we're going?
A (age 4): North?
Dad: What does that say right there?
A: Umm...Disneyland?
Mom: Disneyland?
Dad: Is that what it says?
A: ...yeah...?
Mom: What's that?
A: Is that Disneyland? I like Disneyland, so I want to go.
C: Whass-at? Whass-at?
A: I don't know what's this place...
***
Mom: So where are we?
A: At the hotel?
Dad: Where're we going, A?
A: Um, I don't know
Mom: You don't know? Maybe we're at...Disneyland?
A: Yeah....
Oma surprises A in the gift shop at the hotel. She lives 2000 miles away and he didn't know she'd be there:
Oma: Hi, A!
A: OMA! *hugs her* Oma, come here, I want to show you something...
Oma: *laughs* Yeah, come here, Oma: I want to show you something I want you to buy for me.
A: I want to go to the Star Wars ride!!
***after the Star Tours ride***
Mom: Did you like it?
A: No, Dark Vader scared me.
Dad: Do you want to go on again?
A: No.
Dad went on the It's A Small World ride for the first time.
Dad: *whispers* Oh my god! It's so racist! This is horrible!
A: That was fun! Can we go on again?!?!
Mom & Dad: NO.
-On Pirates of the Caribbean:
A: *cowering and whimpering in fear*
C: *snuggling and happily asleep through the whole ride*
-On Haunted Mansion:
A: *cowering and whimpering in fear*
C: *staring with mild interest*
-On Splash Mountain
A: *refused to go anywhere near it*
C: *couldn't go on it*
-On Ariel's Undersea Adventure
A & C: YAY! AGAIN!!!
A: I want a corn dog.
Mom: We can't find corn dogs. Just eat the barbecue.
A: It's spicy. My heart says this isn't good food.
***the next morning in the hotel***
A: *pointing to the park map* Mom, Oma and I found the corn dog place. So we have to go and get a corn dog.
***At the character breakfast***
C: *to Baloo* Hi! *high fives him*
A: *hides under the table until Baloo is gone*
A: Let's go on the merry-go-round!
Mom: That's a Ferris Wheel.
A: This is the best merry-go-round ever!
Mom: Ferris Wheel.
A: Mommy, I love you. This is the bestest family I could ever have.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Nap Time
A (age 4): Mom, you're grumpy. You need a rest.
Mom: I'm not grumpy, I'm just not letting you have candy for breakfast.
A: You don't have any energy. You need to rest.
Mom: No, you're right. I don't have any energy.
A: Close your eyes. You just rest and close your eyes and have a nap. Then you will be healthy and strong.
Mom: You're not getting candy for breakfast.
That was Mom learning. About 1 year ago when Mom was dealing with work, a preschooler, and a new baby, the scenario went more like:
Mom: I'm not grumpy, I'm just not letting you have candy for breakfast.
A: You don't have any energy. You need to rest.
Mom: No, you're right. I don't have any energy.
A: Close your eyes. You just rest and close your eyes and have a nap. Then you will be healthy and strong.
Mom: You're not getting candy for breakfast.
That was Mom learning. About 1 year ago when Mom was dealing with work, a preschooler, and a new baby, the scenario went more like:
A (age 3): Snuggle me, Mommy. *snuggles behind Mom, stroking Mom's hair*
Mom: *quickly falls asleep*
-- a short time later --
*sound of a chair being dragged across the linoleum*
Mom: *wakes suddenly* A? What are you doing?
A: *standing on a chair in the pantry, peeking only his head out* Go to sleep, Mommy.
The moral? Don't trust kids who want to let you nap.
The moral? Don't trust kids who want to let you nap.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
"C"
C: (age 18-24 mos): Cow!
Mom: No, that's a sheep. A sheep says, Baaaa.
C: *gravelly, demonic growl and smile* Meeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhh
C: (age 18-24 mos): Eee! Eee! (Eat! Eat!)
Mom: Ok, let's eat. *offers Cheerios and juice*
C: *makes face and shakes her finger* No, no, no!
Mom: What?
C: Eee coo-key? (Eat cookie?)
C: (age 18-24 mos): *Singing "How Much Is That Doggie In the Window"* Ow-UH Bun-bun Bunny ee-yo OW OW-OOOOO!!!
Mom: Ok, here's your pretty dress.
C: (age 18-24 mos): No.
Mom: No?
C: *grabs dress and throws it on the floor* No.
Mom: *grabs two more dresses* This one?
C: No.
Mom: This one?
C: *bright grin* Yeah! Da uhn! YAY! Pitty!
C: (age 18-24 mos): *EVERY MORNING FOREVER* Rio? Rio? Rio?
C: (age 18-24 mos): This? This??
Mom: *allows her to see ring*
C: *contentedly turns away, inspecting the ring*
Mom: C, bring that back; it's Mommy's ring.
C: No. Mine.
Mom: C, that's Mommy's.
C: *turns with a grin, pointing to herself* Mommy. Mine.
C: (age 18-24 mos): *Walks in, hat askew and dragging Bun-bunny by the ear*
Mom: C, can you say "It's hard to be a gangsta?"
C: *brightly* MOOOO!!
C: (age 18-24 mos): *To her toys in the crib* Dih down! No! Dih down. Guh-grr. Mwa! Baby, baby, baby. Nuh-nigh? Huh? Bah-Bul? Yeah? Nuh-nigh Bun-bun-bunny.
C: (age 18-24 mos): Daddy! Daddy! Daddy nuh-nigh?
Mom: Yup. Where's Daddy?
C: Dere!
Mom: Where's A?
C: *points*
Mom: Where's Mommy?
C: *points to herself*
Mom: No, honey, I'm Mommy.
C: No, Me!
Mom: No, that's a sheep. A sheep says, Baaaa.
C: *gravelly, demonic growl and smile* Meeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhh
C: (age 18-24 mos): Eee! Eee! (Eat! Eat!)
Mom: Ok, let's eat. *offers Cheerios and juice*
C: *makes face and shakes her finger* No, no, no!
Mom: What?
C: Eee coo-key? (Eat cookie?)
C: (age 18-24 mos): *Singing "How Much Is That Doggie In the Window"* Ow-UH Bun-bun Bunny ee-yo OW OW-OOOOO!!!
Mom: Ok, here's your pretty dress.
C: (age 18-24 mos): No.
Mom: No?
C: *grabs dress and throws it on the floor* No.
Mom: *grabs two more dresses* This one?
C: No.
Mom: This one?
C: *bright grin* Yeah! Da uhn! YAY! Pitty!
C: (age 18-24 mos): *EVERY MORNING FOREVER* Rio? Rio? Rio?
C: (age 18-24 mos): This? This??
Mom: *allows her to see ring*
C: *contentedly turns away, inspecting the ring*
Mom: C, bring that back; it's Mommy's ring.
C: No. Mine.
Mom: C, that's Mommy's.
C: *turns with a grin, pointing to herself* Mommy. Mine.
C: (age 18-24 mos): *Walks in, hat askew and dragging Bun-bunny by the ear*
Mom: C, can you say "It's hard to be a gangsta?"
C: *brightly* MOOOO!!
C: (age 18-24 mos): *To her toys in the crib* Dih down! No! Dih down. Guh-grr. Mwa! Baby, baby, baby. Nuh-nigh? Huh? Bah-Bul? Yeah? Nuh-nigh Bun-bun-bunny.
C: (age 18-24 mos): Daddy! Daddy! Daddy nuh-nigh?
Mom: Yup. Where's Daddy?
C: Dere!
Mom: Where's A?
C: *points*
Mom: Where's Mommy?
C: *points to herself*
Mom: No, honey, I'm Mommy.
C: No, Me!
"A" Recap, Pt. 1
Mom: Guess what? I love you.
A (age 2): Guess what? Pencil!
Mom: Are you whining?
A (age 2): No.
Mom: What happens to whiny boys?
A: They get their hands chopped off by Dark Vader like Luke.
-- later, to a friend --
A: And then, then Luke gets his hand CHOPPED OFF!
Friend: He does?!
A: Yeah, 'cuz he was whining.
A(age 4): And here's a battery for your Target.
Mom: TARDIS. Not Target.
A: Oh yeah, Target is the store.
Mom: You could take the TARDIS to Target.
A: No, Doctor: you have to DRIVE there.
*As Mom tries to justify buying Dr. Who Season Six to Dad*
A (age4): *slightly wibbly* But Dad, Mom only has two shows left and it's her FAVORITE! She LOVES the Doctor!"
Mom: A, come and eat lunch.
A (age 4): Mom, I'm Spiderman-A.
Mom: I'm sorry: Spiderman-A, come eat your lunch.
A (age 4): Ah! Looks like we're going to the Skylander store!
Mom: You're not getting a Skylander, we're just going to Penney's.
A: No, I'm pretty sure this is where the Skylander store is.
Mom: You're right; this is the mall. We're not going to the Skylander store.
-- walking into the mall --
A: Ah! We're upstairs. We're walking to the Skylander store. We should get the guy with the fire sword.
Mom: I don't want to hear the word "Skylander" again today.
-- later, in JC Penney's --
A: *overly-loud whisper* MOM!
Mom: What?
A: *same whisper* SHHHH! BE QUIET! *looks around* There are Daleks everywhere.
Mom: There are?
A: Yes! This is where they live!
Mom: In JC Penney's?
A: Yes! We need to get out of here.
Mom: Where are we supposed to go?
A: *after a moment of thought* We need to get to the Skylander store. The Skyanders will protect us.
Mom: *bland* You want me to leave JC Penney's and go to Game Stop.
A: I don't want the Daleks to get you, Mom. I love you 'cuz you're the bestest Mommy ever.
A (age 4): E is my girlfriend.
Mom: What about J?
A: Oh...yeah...J. She's my girlfriend, too. I have two girlfriends.
Mom: One at preschool and one at Wushu?
A: Yeah.
A (age 4): E and I are gonna get married, but not right now. We have to wait five hours so I'm grown up.
A (age 4): *into a fan at Wushu class* EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!!
A (age 2): Guess what? Pencil!
Mom: Are you whining?
A (age 2): No.
Mom: What happens to whiny boys?
A: They get their hands chopped off by Dark Vader like Luke.
-- later, to a friend --
A: And then, then Luke gets his hand CHOPPED OFF!
Friend: He does?!
A: Yeah, 'cuz he was whining.
A(age 4): And here's a battery for your Target.
Mom: TARDIS. Not Target.
A: Oh yeah, Target is the store.
Mom: You could take the TARDIS to Target.
A: No, Doctor: you have to DRIVE there.
*As Mom tries to justify buying Dr. Who Season Six to Dad*
A (age4): *slightly wibbly* But Dad, Mom only has two shows left and it's her FAVORITE! She LOVES the Doctor!"
Mom: A, come and eat lunch.
A (age 4): Mom, I'm Spiderman-A.
Mom: I'm sorry: Spiderman-A, come eat your lunch.
A (age 4): Ah! Looks like we're going to the Skylander store!
Mom: You're not getting a Skylander, we're just going to Penney's.
A: No, I'm pretty sure this is where the Skylander store is.
Mom: You're right; this is the mall. We're not going to the Skylander store.
-- walking into the mall --
A: Ah! We're upstairs. We're walking to the Skylander store. We should get the guy with the fire sword.
Mom: I don't want to hear the word "Skylander" again today.
-- later, in JC Penney's --
A: *overly-loud whisper* MOM!
Mom: What?
A: *same whisper* SHHHH! BE QUIET! *looks around* There are Daleks everywhere.
Mom: There are?
A: Yes! This is where they live!
Mom: In JC Penney's?
A: Yes! We need to get out of here.
Mom: Where are we supposed to go?
A: *after a moment of thought* We need to get to the Skylander store. The Skyanders will protect us.
Mom: *bland* You want me to leave JC Penney's and go to Game Stop.
A: I don't want the Daleks to get you, Mom. I love you 'cuz you're the bestest Mommy ever.
A (age 4): E is my girlfriend.
Mom: What about J?
A: Oh...yeah...J. She's my girlfriend, too. I have two girlfriends.
Mom: One at preschool and one at Wushu?
A: Yeah.
A (age 4): E and I are gonna get married, but not right now. We have to wait five hours so I'm grown up.
A (age 4): *into a fan at Wushu class* EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!!
Welcome! This blog will be mostly for family, friends, and myself to keep track of those little gems you hear from your kids that would be fantastic ammunition against them when they're adults if you could only remember exactly what they'd said. Sometimes there'll be stories; sometimes simply quotes. I'll be playing catch up for a bit, but I'm hoping to date these, and if not an exact date, the approximate age of my little con-artists at said exchange. Enjoy and share if you like: I know I will.
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