A place to document all of the wonderful, funny, insightful things my kids say.

Dec 25, 2013

Sick

Chelsea isn't feeling well today. I just put her in bed and she got really upset, basically because she is sick. I went and laid down with her and talked to her a bit until she calmed down. Then I sang to her, hush little baby and you are my sunshine,  the two song I sing most to my kids. When I was done she had big tears in her eyes. I asked what was wrong and she said

"Those songs are so sweet!"

Then buried her head in my chest and snuggled in really close.

I could live though any parenting frustration for that moment.  ♥♥♥

Chelsea 6

Nov 22, 2013

Walk to school

Me: Zach I'm soooo tired! I think you should walk to school so I can go back to sleep.

Z: what?! No! I can't walk to school!  Would you walk to school? ?

Me: yeah I used to walk to school all of the time. I wasn't spoiled like you, no one drove me.

Z: Mom! Of course you walked to school!  Cars weren't even invented yet when you were a kid!  I guess you could have ridden a horse. But then you would goof off and be late.

Zach age 8

Sep 12, 2013

Totoro

We have a neighbor cat who has been spending a lot of time in our yard. I think he looks like Totoro so that is what I call him. The kids and I decided he is Gidget's (our cat) boyfriend. I was singing "Gidget and Totoro sitting in a tree.... K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

Zach:  Mom, I think you mean L-I-C-K-I-N-G!


Zach - age 8

Archaeologist

Chels had to do a 'Getting to know you' poster for school. One of the boxes on it asked what she wanted to be when she grew up. She said she wanted to be an archaeologist. I asked her how it went and she told me

"No one knew what an archaeologist was. I wanted to tell them its River Song but no one in my class even knows Doctor Who! I just cant explain everything to them."



Chels - age 5 

Aug 8, 2013

Corruption

Z: Chels, do you want to go to jail? I'm going to be a police so I can put you in jail.
C: I don't want to go to jail.
Z: Then you better give me a lot of money so you don't have to go to jail.
C: But I don't have a lot of money!
Z: You better get some. Maybe steal it or something.

They become corrupt so young nowadays. ::sigh::

Z - 8
C - 5

Jul 12, 2013

Hunger Games

Heading into Costco

C: can I get a smoothie?
Z: me too?
Me: I'll tell you what, lets play hunger games.
Z: what is that?
Me: I'll send you into the forest and only one of you comes out. Whoever comes out gets the smoothie.
Z: mom, are you sure that's appropriate?
C: do we have to walk to the woods?

Z - 8 years old
C - 5 years old

Jul 3, 2013

Hangry

C: Mom, I'm really hangry. Like, I feel like I want to rip some people's arms and legs off.

C 5 years old

May 28, 2013

Gravity

Z: I figured out how gravity works. I know gravity is what keeps us from falling off the earth but I kept thinking 'where does it come from' so I thought and thought until I figured it out. I think there are Jedis standing on the clouds using the force to keep us all safe and not falling off the earth. 

Z 8 years old

Black and white

C: Mom, was dad born in black and white?
Me: Like was the world black and white? 
C: Yeah cuz that's how it was in the really old days.
Me: Yeah. He totally was.
That's what he gets for laughing at me growing up in the ole west!

C 5 years old

My color

C: Pink really isn't my color. Well... on my feet anyway.
When deciding between black or pink shoes.

C 5 years old

Apr 14, 2013

Imaginary Friend

C: My imaginary friend is the first dog ever. His name is Dead Cookie but he's not dead. His last secret is that he likes to wear shoes. He rides motorcycles and surfboards. And he goes to 7-11. And everytime he goes bowling he knocks down every pin.

C 5 years old

Apr 3, 2013

Something Black

Z and C are playing I Spy.
C: I spy something black.
Z guesses and guesses.
Z: I give up. What is it?
C: Its mamma!
Z: uhh.... she's not black....
C: Well, she's a sassy lady so she is kinda black.
WTF who teaches my kids these things?!

Z 8 years old
C 5 years old

Jan 31, 2013

Doctor

I am getting dressed C spots a tshirt in my drawer.
C: Oh! Oh! Wear that one! With Harry Potter!
Me: Who is on it?
C: I mean Doctor.
Me: Doctor Who?
C (thoroughly disgusted): That is not Doctor Who! Mom! That is Doctor Horrible!

C 5 years old

Jan 28, 2013

Cereal killers

I pour a bowl of cereal for C. Turn to Z...
Me: want some cereal?
Z: I want some life.
Me: C just got the last of it. All we have is cheerios.
Z: Dang it!
C: You can have my life and I'll have cheerios.
Z: Aww! Thanks C!
C bursts into tears.
Me: What's wrong?!
C: I don't like cheerios!!
Me: then why did you offer?!
C: I didn't think he would accept!

Z 8 years old
C 5 years old