Tootie Bags and Germ Dogs

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.