Jacob went to his first football game with Dad and his sisters. After he got home he was so excited to tell me all about the game. In one breath the words game tumbling out in a hilarious jumble.
“The red team tries to knock the blue team down and the blue team tries to knock the red team down and the band goes doo doo doo* and the blue team knocks the red team down and that’s bad.”
*I have to note that on the “doo doo doo” it was sung and his hands came up in front of his mouth to imitate playing and instrument.
I was reading Paul a friend’s status on Facebook and the kids over heard. The conversation ended up flowing something like this. Now, I need to note that this friend (a piano student of mine in Oregon) has horses and had given the kids horse rides at one point and we had watched her, her brother, and mom ride in the parade (she’s in high school).
Mom reading student’s status to Dad: I hate deer! Stupid stupid stupid!
Dorothy: Why does she hate deer?
Dad looks at mom and they pass a knowing nod: Because she hit one.
Dorothy: On her horse?
A moment later Dorothy begins singing: *Jayden got ran over by a reindeer.
*The name has been changed to protect the innocent.
Bathtime on Saturday evening, after Mom had noted Emily’s very dirty face underneath her pirate hat, and commented that she looked the part very well.
Dad: Emily, go upstairs and take a shower in our bathroom.
Dad: What did you say?
Dad: Did you tell me no? Why?
Emily (after hemming and hawing and much shoulder shrugging): I’m uncomfortable doing things I don’t do very well and I don’t know how to use your shower very well.
Emily then grumpily exited the room to the family room where I was sitting with baby: Now I can’t be a real pirate because I’ll be clean!*
*I think we finally got to root of the problem there.
Mom, pointing to the horse pulling the wagon: Horse, James.
Mom: Say H-o-r-se
James, bouncing up and down pretending to hold the reins: YEEEEEHAAAAW!*
*It should be noted that this has been an ongoing theme for quite some time – every time we point to a horse or a picture of a horse James says “Yeehaw!” rather than horse. 😀
Elizabeth was getting ready for school one night and gathering all of her things together. Paul and I sat in the family room chatting and watching her run upstairs and downstairs multiple times. Finally, she came walking through the kitchen (which we have an easy view of) towards the bathroom carrying her toothbrush.
Mom: Why are you brushing your teeth down here?
Lizard: I’m not, I’m getting everything ready for tomorrow and this way I don’t have to go upstairs after breakfast to brush my teeth.
Mom: But there’s already toothpaste on it!
Lizard: Yeah. That way its ready. (The grin on her face notes she thinks she is brilliant.)
Mom (and Dad): Ewwwww! It’ll get all dried out. And you’ll forget and end up with 5-day old toothpaste crusted on your brush that you’ll need pliers to get off. *
*She did forget about it and found her toothbrush three days later (of course after she convinced Dad that she had lost it for real and obtained a new one). She did however have the good enough sense to wash the toothpaste off after we had laughed and had our “ewww!” conversation.
I feel like I should have something here for Robert, since all the others are covered in this blog. But, I don’t. Well, maybe I do….
Robert is a gassy baby. Partly my fault – the reason why can by found in this post. The other day I was playing with him and doing what we call “Running Man” where we take their legs (while they are laying down) and pretend to make them run. After a couple laps around the invisible track he began farting every time I pushed his left leg toward his tummy. Which James thought was hysterical. We got quite the rhythm going and even I was chuckling after a while. 😀