I love when kids come up with their own names for things. Sometimes they do it by switching words around and sometimes they don't know what to call things, so they just make up their own terms... which ultimately ends up making us non-creative adults giggle...which is also nice!
About two weeks ago, Daddy agreed to buy Transformer toys for the boys. Braden excitedly announced he wanted Optimus Prime, the good-guy leader. When we asked Caed which one he wanted, he began jumping up and down and screamed, "Octopus Pime!!!" What is even funnier about this, is the same reference was made in a Wal-Mart commercial later in the week, which Caed hadn't seen.
For the last three weeks I have been driving to Durham to take the kids to swimming lessons. It's about half and hour away, so they have plenty of time to watch a movie. Last week, they were watching Return of the Jedi. One day, before we left Caed walked into my room and said, "Hey Mommmy, 'member when we watched Star Hors? Yeah, can we watch dat again?"
I just had to hear him say that again, so I asked him what he wanted to watch, and he very clearly stated, "STAR HORS!" Well, Princess Leia was dressed a little racy.
Chad's Birthday was yesterday. The kids had worked hard all week creating water color paintings to frame and give him as gifts. They were very proud of themselves and definitely thought that Daddy should have a "party." I indulged... off to the store to get party hats and Transformers tableware, and of course a party favor. As my eyes perused the party aisle at Target, I spotted the perfect favor. Last night as we doled out the ice cream cake, loaded with extra heath bar and double fudge, the kids were thrilled to drink milk out of their umbrella straws and Bumblebee cups. That's when I whipped out the favors...Braden no more than laid eyes on his when he squealed with delight, "I LOVE TOOTIE BAGS!!!" AKA- whoopie cushions. he he he. The rest of the evening was filled with peels of laughter as all three children continuosly inflated and relieved their own mini-tootie bag. What a crack up.
This morning I awoke to Caed throwing himself on top me and sliding off the bed due to the pillow I had propped on one side of me- over and over. Ashlyn had climbed into bed on the other side of Chad and was passed out (thank God for king size beds!) After waking Chad, myself and Ash, Caed continued to entertain for attention. At one point he disappeared. He returned with a dog toy in his mouth- gross! Ash looked at him and declared, "EEEWWW- Caed you're getting GERM-DOGS!" And of course she meant - dog germs. Ya gotta write this stuff down, because although funny, the good stuff seems to fade too quickly.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Cute Caedisms
Tonight I was whispering to Caed and he looked at me and said, "Why are you talking little to me?"
This morning Chad mentioned wishing we could go to the beach. Caed overheard him and said, "I want to go at the beach too, not swimming lessons!"
A couple of weeks ago we were driving down the road and Caed was really tired and had dozed off. Braden was asking me some questions from the back of the Jeep. I guess we were talking really loud, because Caed woke up and said very groggily, eyes half closed..."Shut your mouth mommy!" And promptly fell back asleep.
We've been driving to Durham every day for swimming lessons. On highway 85, there are several bridges. Grandma Brown taught the kids to throw their hands up in the air to "hold up the bridge," when she came to visit several years ago, and they still do this. Caed actually demands that everyone in the car hold up all the bridges. Well, this week they added "throw, throw, throw," while wildly pretending to throw things past the bridges. When I asked Braden what they were throwing, he told me, "the road signs, you wouldn't want them to fall off the bridges and crush our car!" Caed of course doesn't quite say his "th" sound, so now he rides down the freeway yelling, "Hold up the bwige, frow, frow, FROW!"
This morning Chad mentioned wishing we could go to the beach. Caed overheard him and said, "I want to go at the beach too, not swimming lessons!"
A couple of weeks ago we were driving down the road and Caed was really tired and had dozed off. Braden was asking me some questions from the back of the Jeep. I guess we were talking really loud, because Caed woke up and said very groggily, eyes half closed..."Shut your mouth mommy!" And promptly fell back asleep.
We've been driving to Durham every day for swimming lessons. On highway 85, there are several bridges. Grandma Brown taught the kids to throw their hands up in the air to "hold up the bridge," when she came to visit several years ago, and they still do this. Caed actually demands that everyone in the car hold up all the bridges. Well, this week they added "throw, throw, throw," while wildly pretending to throw things past the bridges. When I asked Braden what they were throwing, he told me, "the road signs, you wouldn't want them to fall off the bridges and crush our car!" Caed of course doesn't quite say his "th" sound, so now he rides down the freeway yelling, "Hold up the bwige, frow, frow, FROW!"
Saturday, June 7, 2008
I Think We Might Be Losing It...
Have you ever asked your kids to do something and they respond with the same speed and intention as an inanimate object? Yeah, me too. This behavior is most dominant at bed time. There is something about the day winding down and the idea that they are going to spend time by themselves, in the dark that brings out the most stellar qualities in young children including, but not limited to: whining, complaining, manipulating, crying, yelling, demanding, etc. That's exactly how a night about a week and a half ago went. It was preceded by an event that I believe I could have predicted, but just didn't take the time to do something about... until it was too late.
I was upstairs, working on the computer and the kids were playing in the guest room. This really was my fault. I had given Braden a "secret" hiding place in the guest room for his lego bionicle pieces, to keep them safe from Caed. The secret lasted for about three days before Braden showed his siblings where all of his "treasure" was hidden. Now, I had put some other items in that room that I thought would be safe because prior to the lego storage, the kids never spent any time in this room. Of course the kids were all building up there once the "cat was out of the bag" and that's when I heard an enormous crash. That's never good...and I knew exactly what it was...the chest of drawers, the hermit crab aquarium, and Braden's large Lego set. I went tearing down the back stairs and up the front ones where I was greeted in the hallway by three terrified children all covering their hinies and Caed announcing, "Don't 'pank me!" over and over. The sight was ridiculous- thousands of legos scattered, eight drawers dumped out, a glass aquarium over-turned, hermit crabs scurrying, and blue, yes CAROLINA BLUE sand all over my carpet. The kids helped clean up, what they could. I ended up steam cleaning the carpet.
We took a break for dinner, and luckily my tutoring student canceled. I got back to cleaning the carpets and finished up after putting the kids to bed (and yelling at them to stay there about 100 times) at about 9:00pm. After dumping the vacuum and steam cleaners downstairs, I plopped down to read my email in the TV room. 10 seconds later I heard the kids messin' on the stairs. So I start in with yelling at them- again, "Get in BED!" But, this continued on for several minutes. Out of frustration and exhaustion, I stormed down the stairs, and sure enough, Ashlyn is just standing there in the dark. "What do you WANT?!? I nearly screamed in her face. (no response) "You know, I have kissed you, hugged you, sung to you and now I'm gonna BUST YOUR BUTT if you don't get in bed right NOW!" (no response, and I'm getting angrier...) "Alright missy..." I growled, as I reached for the kitchen light..."that's IT!" I flipped the light on to grab my daughter and haul her back to her room, only to find myself screaming at... the VACUUM CLEANER that I had lazily dumped at the bottom of the stairs. Oh well, there goes the mother of the year award...again.
Now if that isn't story enough in itself, it actually gets better! I slowly trudged back up to the bonus room shaking my head, half laughing and half almost crying. Chad got a good laugh out of the whole situation (as I am sure anyone reading this has.) I sat down again, to finish reading my email when I start hearing the kids playing on the stair rails. I'm thinking to myself, "You have GOT to be kidding me." So I start my yelling threats again from one side of the house to the other..."GET YOUR HINIES IN BED NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" But, they just keep it up. Finally, I just asked Chad to go take care of the kids. Now, Chad was really irritated. It was almost 10pm by now. He had come home to a huge mess, a stack of drawers in the kitchen and a really pissed off momma...and we still hadn't even gotten a chance just to talk. So Daddy came stormin' down the stairs. "WE SAID GET-IN-BED!!!!" he roared like thunder. And then it was silent... I called down to Chad, asking what was going on...and then finally I heard him laughing. He came back upstairs and replied, "Yeah, Sara, that wasn't the kids making all of that noise...it was the hermit crabs! (Remember they had been relocated to the kitchen and had no bedding, because it was all inside the vacuum cleaner... so their shells were clanking on the glass, which sounded like the kids running their toys across the stair rails.) Oh, for pete's sake... here we were yelling at the vacuum and the hermit crabs, and all that time our kids were sound asleep! Do you see why I think we might be loosing it?
I was upstairs, working on the computer and the kids were playing in the guest room. This really was my fault. I had given Braden a "secret" hiding place in the guest room for his lego bionicle pieces, to keep them safe from Caed. The secret lasted for about three days before Braden showed his siblings where all of his "treasure" was hidden. Now, I had put some other items in that room that I thought would be safe because prior to the lego storage, the kids never spent any time in this room. Of course the kids were all building up there once the "cat was out of the bag" and that's when I heard an enormous crash. That's never good...and I knew exactly what it was...the chest of drawers, the hermit crab aquarium, and Braden's large Lego set. I went tearing down the back stairs and up the front ones where I was greeted in the hallway by three terrified children all covering their hinies and Caed announcing, "Don't 'pank me!" over and over. The sight was ridiculous- thousands of legos scattered, eight drawers dumped out, a glass aquarium over-turned, hermit crabs scurrying, and blue, yes CAROLINA BLUE sand all over my carpet. The kids helped clean up, what they could. I ended up steam cleaning the carpet.
We took a break for dinner, and luckily my tutoring student canceled. I got back to cleaning the carpets and finished up after putting the kids to bed (and yelling at them to stay there about 100 times) at about 9:00pm. After dumping the vacuum and steam cleaners downstairs, I plopped down to read my email in the TV room. 10 seconds later I heard the kids messin' on the stairs. So I start in with yelling at them- again, "Get in BED!" But, this continued on for several minutes. Out of frustration and exhaustion, I stormed down the stairs, and sure enough, Ashlyn is just standing there in the dark. "What do you WANT?!? I nearly screamed in her face. (no response) "You know, I have kissed you, hugged you, sung to you and now I'm gonna BUST YOUR BUTT if you don't get in bed right NOW!" (no response, and I'm getting angrier...) "Alright missy..." I growled, as I reached for the kitchen light..."that's IT!" I flipped the light on to grab my daughter and haul her back to her room, only to find myself screaming at... the VACUUM CLEANER that I had lazily dumped at the bottom of the stairs. Oh well, there goes the mother of the year award...again.
Now if that isn't story enough in itself, it actually gets better! I slowly trudged back up to the bonus room shaking my head, half laughing and half almost crying. Chad got a good laugh out of the whole situation (as I am sure anyone reading this has.) I sat down again, to finish reading my email when I start hearing the kids playing on the stair rails. I'm thinking to myself, "You have GOT to be kidding me." So I start my yelling threats again from one side of the house to the other..."GET YOUR HINIES IN BED NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" But, they just keep it up. Finally, I just asked Chad to go take care of the kids. Now, Chad was really irritated. It was almost 10pm by now. He had come home to a huge mess, a stack of drawers in the kitchen and a really pissed off momma...and we still hadn't even gotten a chance just to talk. So Daddy came stormin' down the stairs. "WE SAID GET-IN-BED!!!!" he roared like thunder. And then it was silent... I called down to Chad, asking what was going on...and then finally I heard him laughing. He came back upstairs and replied, "Yeah, Sara, that wasn't the kids making all of that noise...it was the hermit crabs! (Remember they had been relocated to the kitchen and had no bedding, because it was all inside the vacuum cleaner... so their shells were clanking on the glass, which sounded like the kids running their toys across the stair rails.) Oh, for pete's sake... here we were yelling at the vacuum and the hermit crabs, and all that time our kids were sound asleep! Do you see why I think we might be loosing it?
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