August 29, 2010
Sweet Boy#2–”Give me my spaceship you dumber!”–just starting in the school of the insult. Hopefully his skills won’t improve all that much.
Sweet Boy#2–talking about a very soapy bath–”It can make you shiny as a new plane.”
Sweet Boy#1–was concerned because I was unable to punch holes in the lid of the box that held his pretend baby snakes, but then he had an idea–”That’s their power! It’s breathing through the box!”
Sweet Boy#2–”Where’s a short sleeved snuggly shirt? They keep me not contrary.”
Sweet Boy#3–”There’s a sharp grubby in mine piggy.”–a piggy is of course a toe.
Sweet Boy#3–”Darth Vader throwed that moth at me!”
August 22, 2010
Sweet Boy#2–”That moth sleeps so quiet I never heard him snore.”
Sweet Boy#2 puts eight band-aids on one owie which strangely makes the wound even worse.
I tuck Sweet Boy#2 into bed and he actually wants to pray. Yeah! I think.
Sweet Boy#2–”God, please give this moth 3 more legs!”
Sweet Boy#1–”You mean 5, 5 more legs.”
Sweet Boy#2–”I mean 5.”
August 15, 2010
Sweet Boy#2–”A volcano slipper.”–while explaining his footwear.
Sweet Boy#2–”Your face is taller than it used to be because you grow a little before your birthday.”
Sweet Boy#1–”It’s hard for me to forgive when he hurt my leg so very bad.” Explaining the workings of his inner demons as he struggled to forgive Sweet Boy#3 after the aforementioned brother hurt him fighting his way out from under a toy tub that Sweet Boy#1 had plopped on top of him and held down with all of his body weight.
August 8, 2010
Sweet Boy#2 rushes to the potty to pee. He says: “Phew” and wipes his palm across his brow, “I almost had an accident” just as he is distracted mid-pee by a moth and accidentally squirts on the wall.
All 3 boys–”A waffle-headed monster!” Running and screaming.
The boys caught a crane fly
Sweet Boy#2–”I named him crainah”
Sweet Boy#1–”No, I named him crainy.”
Sweet Boy#2–”Crainah is his camp name.”
Sweet Boy#2–”My peaches are water…milklogged. My peaches are creamlogged in my tummy.”
Sweet Boy#2–”My owie goes past my blood-shell.”
We were discussing how God made flowers
Sweet Boy#2–”I just pick them before God knows.”
August 1, 2010
When we were visiting my folks, Grandpa Dave asked the boys if they could find him a yard stick. Sweet Boy#1, who loves to help, immediately rushed out of the sliding glass door, onto the deck, down the steps, and into the yard. He then proceeded to pick up a stick and run it back to Grandpa Dave. A yard stick.
July 25, 2010
Sweet Boy #1–Telling on his little brother–”The car is thrown into the shortening by Sweet Boy#3!” It was a small car, just in case you are worried about eating pancakes at our house now.
Sweet Boy#2–I asked him whether he washed his hands after using the potty.–”When I was running so fast the wind took the smell off.” Not sure if he was talking about the smell of the soap or other more interesting odors.
Sweet Boy#3–”I like vomit!” This was shouted multiple times as he bounded and ran.
July 11, 2010
Sweet Boy#2—“We watched until the Death Star exploded and the words came!” The Hunky Hubby let them see selected portions of Star Wars and they finally reached the end…when the words came.
Sweet Boy#2—“I’m fuller than Daddy.”
Sweet Boy#1—“Your tummy is bigger than Daddy’s?”
Sweet Boy#2—“My tummy goes up to my neck.”
Sweet Boy#3—“My tummy goes up to my neck.”
Sweet Boy#2—“My tummy goes past my neck.”
Sweet Boy#3—“My tummy goes past my neck.”
Sweet Boy#2—“My tummy goes to my mouth.”
Sweet Boy#3—“My tummy goes to my mouth.”
You just can’t win in this family.
Sweet Boy#2 was looking at a cluster of three pieces of pizza on the pizza plate trying to decide which one to take. –“I was the second boy in Momma’s tummy, so I picked the middle one.” It’s hard to argue with that kind of flawless logic!
July 5, 2010
Sweet Boy#3—“Can I love your feet?”
I have recently discovered that to Sweet Boy#3 loving=hugging. It makes sense, every time he says “I love you Momma” he gives me a big hug and isn’t that exactly what I do to him. I hug him, say that I love him. Now when I look back and recall all the times he has said: “I want to love you Momma” and holds his arms up for a hug, his grammar does not sound quite so atrocious.
Sweet Boy#2—“A couple a days ago Gregory and me got heart-attacked by soldier ants!” These are strange insects indeed.
June 27, 2010
Sweet Boy#2–”I love you more than all the trees!”
Sweet Boy#3–”A bump of a bubble blood.” His name for a blood blister.
Sweet Boy#3–during a diaper change–”Mine bottom is sad, right here and right here.”
Sweet Boy#2–”Your tummy is dancing Daddy, dancing on the camper’s heads.”
Poems by the Boys
“This little turtle went to the water
This little turtle stayed on a rock
This little turtle had fruit
This little turtle had bread
And this little turtle had fruit juice”
by Sweet Boy#1
“This little spider went to climb a tree
This little spider went into noodles
This little spider get into the cereal
This little spider went into a dresser
And this little spider climbed the TV”
by Sweet Boy#2
“This little bunny wreink wreink
This little bunny Wreink wreink wreink
This little bunny wreink wreink wreink
This little bunny wreink wreink wreink
And this little bunny wreink wreink wreink”
By Sweet Boy#3
June 20, 2010
Daddy–”If you come to the wedding you need to be really really quiet.”
Sweet Boy#1–”I don’t want to go. Let’s go to town!”
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Sweet Boy#3–”I don’t want a pillow, I just want you.”
Sweet Boy#3 holds a tape measure up to my head–”Look! It’s two measures old.”
Sweet Boy#2–”I’m not a silly little boy. I always tell the truth. Daddy is a silly Daddy because he jokes about the truth.”
Sweet Boy #2–”Momma! A big poof of sweat went right out of my head!”
