This weeks KID-isms are all from Caedmon. Not that my girls weren't silly this week but these are mostly some from today that I can actually remember.
Mom to Caedmon, "You love dogs so much don't you?"
Caedmon, "I sure wouldn't leave one in a dumpster if that's what you mean."
Caedmon went to put his PJ pants on. He wasn't paying attention cause he was busy telling me a story. First put his right leg in the left pant leg. Then he also put his left leg in the left pant leg. Then he fell over. After he got up and fixed his problem Mom says, "Your pants are on backwards." Followed by laughing of course.
Caedmon jumps into the living room, stands up straight, and puts his fist on his hips as if he's a super hero, "Loud power!" That's for sure.
Caedmon and Payton were playing with Legos in his room. Caedmon was helping Payton make a house and I heard him say, "It has to look stylish."
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Friday, April 6, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
KID-isms
At a birthday party last weekend all the kids had lots of cookies, cake, and Caedmon got a pop, making him incredibly hyper, " Mom, if I try to kill one of the other kids from too much sugar, will you please try to stop me?!"
"Yes, son. I think I can do that."
This morning Reagan dropped her toothbrush on the floor, "Ahh! Now it's got floor on it!"
This is what I think every time that I drop something on our floors cause they are so dirty all the time.
Payton was going through her stuffed animals this week and found a few to give to some friends. They are waiting in gift bags by the door. One of the gift bags is an old Victoria Secret bag.
With Payton's stomach issues this week I had her laying on the couch with a pillow under her stomach and her butt up to try to get some of that gas out. Reagan wanted to snuggle with her. "No, Reagan, sissy isn't snuggling with you right now, she's trying to get some farts out."
Reagan then poked Payton's butt and made farting noises.
Reagan was picking on the dog while she was trying to sleep. Caedmon to the rescue, "Don't bother Roxy, she's getting her beauty sleep. Don't come near my baaaaaby Woxy."
Banging on a drum Caedmon says, " Payton, I'll make the music, you dance those farts out. (then singing) A ceremony for all, all. A ceremony for all, all." (followed by African tribal sounds.)
"Yes, son. I think I can do that."
This morning Reagan dropped her toothbrush on the floor, "Ahh! Now it's got floor on it!"
This is what I think every time that I drop something on our floors cause they are so dirty all the time.
Payton was going through her stuffed animals this week and found a few to give to some friends. They are waiting in gift bags by the door. One of the gift bags is an old Victoria Secret bag.
With Payton's stomach issues this week I had her laying on the couch with a pillow under her stomach and her butt up to try to get some of that gas out. Reagan wanted to snuggle with her. "No, Reagan, sissy isn't snuggling with you right now, she's trying to get some farts out."
Reagan then poked Payton's butt and made farting noises.
Reagan was picking on the dog while she was trying to sleep. Caedmon to the rescue, "Don't bother Roxy, she's getting her beauty sleep. Don't come near my baaaaaby Woxy."
Banging on a drum Caedmon says, " Payton, I'll make the music, you dance those farts out. (then singing) A ceremony for all, all. A ceremony for all, all." (followed by African tribal sounds.)
Friday, March 16, 2012
KID-isms
KID-isms: Funny stuff my kids say from the week, shared with you on Fridays.
Reagan and Payton talking on their play phones.
Reagan, "Yeah, yeah. Oh hi Peter Pan."
Payton, "WHAT?! You're talking to Peter Pan? He's MY boyfriend. Get off the phone with my boyfriend. (note: last week she said that she wanted to marry either her friend, Ki, or Peter Pan. Apparrently she chose Peter Pan.) Reagan, you can have Ki as your boyfriend. Call Ki."
While waiting for me to clean up the tub for their bath the girls stripped down to the nude.
Payton, "Hey mom look. We're squeezing our butt cheeks together."
I turned around to see two little bottoms being squeezed and two girls laughing really hard.
Payton singing VERY loud, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Help us praise you. Help us praise you. Praise you with a whistle. (followed by whistling) Praise you with a bounce, bounce." (followed by hopping)
While snacking on some almonds Payton says a joke about making her almonds look like boobs.
Reagan, "Look, it's a boob."
Mom, "No, that's an almond."
Reagan, "It's a boob almond."
A few days later Reagan find a half eaten almond on the floor, "Look, it's a broken boob."
Mom, "No that's a yucky almond."
Reagan, "No, it's a boob."
This week I've been working in the garage to get it cleaned up. The kids have spent that time playing in the backyard getting VERY dirty and being pretty naughty. At one point I came out to check on the girls and found them sitting at the picnic table. Sandbox buckets were set all around the table and in each other was water and some veggies. At close inspection I saw that the veggies in the "soup" were the scraps that I had thrown in the compost the day before.
Mom, "What the heck are you doing? Why were you digging in the compost? That is never okay. That is nasty!"
Payton, "Moooomm, we are playing house and we needed some food."
Reagan and Payton talking on their play phones.
Reagan, "Yeah, yeah. Oh hi Peter Pan."
Payton, "WHAT?! You're talking to Peter Pan? He's MY boyfriend. Get off the phone with my boyfriend. (note: last week she said that she wanted to marry either her friend, Ki, or Peter Pan. Apparrently she chose Peter Pan.) Reagan, you can have Ki as your boyfriend. Call Ki."
While waiting for me to clean up the tub for their bath the girls stripped down to the nude.
Payton, "Hey mom look. We're squeezing our butt cheeks together."
I turned around to see two little bottoms being squeezed and two girls laughing really hard.
Payton singing VERY loud, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Help us praise you. Help us praise you. Praise you with a whistle. (followed by whistling) Praise you with a bounce, bounce." (followed by hopping)
While snacking on some almonds Payton says a joke about making her almonds look like boobs.
Reagan, "Look, it's a boob."
Mom, "No, that's an almond."
Reagan, "It's a boob almond."
A few days later Reagan find a half eaten almond on the floor, "Look, it's a broken boob."
Mom, "No that's a yucky almond."
Reagan, "No, it's a boob."
This week I've been working in the garage to get it cleaned up. The kids have spent that time playing in the backyard getting VERY dirty and being pretty naughty. At one point I came out to check on the girls and found them sitting at the picnic table. Sandbox buckets were set all around the table and in each other was water and some veggies. At close inspection I saw that the veggies in the "soup" were the scraps that I had thrown in the compost the day before.
Mom, "What the heck are you doing? Why were you digging in the compost? That is never okay. That is nasty!"
Payton, "Moooomm, we are playing house and we needed some food."
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