-- What Rocks --
"Dad, Fords ROCK! Chevys unrock..."
-- Circus Slang --
As we were cruising around town in the family truckster, something in our conversation caused Punkin to respond with "Sweeet."
Sweet Pea then chimed in with an echoed "Sweet."
Not to be left out, Buddy added his two cents: "Feeeeet."
-- Getting it right --
Buddy was walking around the other day with his blanket wrapped around his torso, and draping down to the floor...
"Do you like my dess, Mom?"
"Oh yes, it's a pretty dress, Buddy."
"No, Mom! It's a handsome dress."
-- Alphabet Soup --
Driving to a family function in the family truckster, Hubby missed the turn and made a "U" turn in a nearby parking lot.
Sweet Pea asked "What are you doing Daddy?"
"Making a "Y turn"." (He'll switch stuff up like that all the time, calling it a a "Y" turn instead of a "U" turn...)
-- Where do they come up with these things? --
There's nothing like seeing your three year old boy running around without a shirt on, stop in front of you, raise up his arms like he's "making muscles" and kiss each of his upper arms in turn where his muscles will be someday, then grin at you like a nut and go running off.
-- Birthday Wishes --
Sweet Pea on what she wants for her birthday next month:
"I would like a pony for my birthday."
"Oh, honey. We don't have room for a pony."
"Ok, I want a baby horse then."
-- Apples don't fall far --
In the middle of dinner one night last week, Sweet Pea looked at me and said:
"Mom, you have a big mouth. Your mouth is big, Mom."
Now, if that isn't a bit of the pot calling the kettle black...
-- Chain Reaction --
One night, I was sitting on the kitchen floor my back against the cabinets, my knees up with Buddy on my lap. He was leaning back, so his head was over the "hill" of my knees. We were laughing and being silly when I tickled his belly. He laughed and immediately came up to curl in a ball, but in doing so, his forehead smacked into my cheekbone, which caused me to lurch back and smack the back of my head into the kitchen cabinet I was leaning against. There was a small red mark on his forehead, and I could tell he felt the impact, too. As the pain was subsiding, he looked at me, took my face in his hands and said "I sorry, Mom..." and kissed me on my cheek.
-- Best Smile of the Day --
When a "salesman" (of approximately 17 years of age) came to the door the other night selling those coupon books. As I walked to our open front door screen, this rather astute salesman asked "Is your Mom or Dad at home?"
I laughed and said "I'm the Mom..."
The surprise on his face looked genuine (and right now, I'm choosing to believe it was thankyouverymuch). I still didn't buy what he was selling, though.
-- Sunday Breakfast --
Scene: Mom and Dad lounging in bed; Dad watching television, Mom trying very hard to get back to sleep -- bed surrounded by three very awake and active little clowns.
Buddy Clown: Mom, can we eat?
Dad: What? No, you ate yesterday.
Sweet Pea Clown: What? You want us to be healthy, right? We need to eat breakfast to be healthy.
Mom: Right, and what did you want for breakfast this morning?
Sweet Pea Clown: Donuts.
-- What having three little clowns can be like sometimes --
(inspired by Odd Mix)
Enjoy your weekend!