I was talking to Quinn on Thursday about going to his friend's house after school on Friday. Making sure he knew all the rules and remembered to be polite...all that good mom stuff that they get so tired of hearing.
The subject quickly changed to the things that he wanted to talk about, rather than how he should behave.
He has told me plenty of times before of a few particular girls in his class that try to kiss him (and his friend). Do I think it's too young...yes. But, in the conversations we've had I haven't felt it necessary to take it to another level. It just boils down to the girls saying they are going to kiss the boys and in turn becomes a big game of tag.
On his field trip, I was also told by 3 different girls that they were going to marry Quinn. Guess he is quite the ladies man already. They are just being cute little girls.
All of this to get to just one sentence that I thought was funny. It is amazing how kids minds work. He told me there are 3 girls that want to marry him and one girl in particular wanted to marry his friend, and that he's "just always trying to help him, so that he doesn't have to marry her!"
After I kept myself from laughing out loud, I told him that he didn't have to worry about it, and that I was sure his friend would not have to marry her. His response, "I'm serious mom! We both have to help each other, so we don't have to marry them!"
Well, at least they've got each others backs.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
More Chaseisms
Yesterday, Chase walked passed the 2-liter bottle of Coke in the kitchen and made a comment about how much longer it would be before Santa came. He then stated "that's Santa right there" as he pointed to the bottle. I asked him how he knew what Santa looked like.
He started looking at the bottle and told me, "he has a big beard, and a hat" *points to the picture* "that looks like that. And he likes to drink beer!" *pause* "Just like you mom!" Uh oh - guess it's time to switch to cans.
That same day, in the car on our way to pick Quinn up from school, he told me that he wanted to go to Grandpa's house. Now, although he does actually know all of his grandparent's names, he never refers to them as such. We have "grandpa (and grandma) with the black truck," "grandpa (and grandma) with the cats, and dogs, and a camper," and "grandpa (and grandma) with the green house." And even that one is wrong, but the house does have green shutters. :)
He told me grandpa with the green house. And, the conversation went like this:
Me: "We'll have to see. I'll call him when I get home, but he might be busy."
Chase: "Is grandma there?"
Me: "No, she's still at work."
Chase: "Well, when we get home, can you call grandpa and tell him what he is up to?"
Me: "Do you mean, ask him what he is up to?"
Chase: "Yeah, tell him if he is busy or not."
Me: "I can, but I think he might be busy."
Chase: "He's probably building something."
Me: "Oh yeah, what do you think he is building?"
Chase: "Probably a toy...a little plane and a little car toy for me!"
Boy does he have a lot to learn!
I did call my dad when we got home, just to tell him about the conversation. When I got off the phone I told Chase that grandpa was busy and he would have to go over there another time.
He made his most adorable, yet extremely annoying pouty face, and in his whiny voice stated so sadly, "Well, I guess I can't eat one of their bananas." Silly boy!! I told him he could eat a banana here, at which point he informed me that he doesn't like our bananas he only wants one from their house.
And finally, that night Reese was "dancing". I said, "Shake it girl." And Chase replies, "Shake what ya mama gave ya!" Really...he's not even three yet!
He started looking at the bottle and told me, "he has a big beard, and a hat" *points to the picture* "that looks like that. And he likes to drink beer!" *pause* "Just like you mom!" Uh oh - guess it's time to switch to cans.
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That same day, in the car on our way to pick Quinn up from school, he told me that he wanted to go to Grandpa's house. Now, although he does actually know all of his grandparent's names, he never refers to them as such. We have "grandpa (and grandma) with the black truck," "grandpa (and grandma) with the cats, and dogs, and a camper," and "grandpa (and grandma) with the green house." And even that one is wrong, but the house does have green shutters. :)
He told me grandpa with the green house. And, the conversation went like this:
Me: "We'll have to see. I'll call him when I get home, but he might be busy."
Chase: "Is grandma there?"
Me: "No, she's still at work."
Chase: "Well, when we get home, can you call grandpa and tell him what he is up to?"
Me: "Do you mean, ask him what he is up to?"
Chase: "Yeah, tell him if he is busy or not."
Me: "I can, but I think he might be busy."
Chase: "He's probably building something."
Me: "Oh yeah, what do you think he is building?"
Chase: "Probably a toy...a little plane and a little car toy for me!"
Boy does he have a lot to learn!
I did call my dad when we got home, just to tell him about the conversation. When I got off the phone I told Chase that grandpa was busy and he would have to go over there another time.
He made his most adorable, yet extremely annoying pouty face, and in his whiny voice stated so sadly, "Well, I guess I can't eat one of their bananas." Silly boy!! I told him he could eat a banana here, at which point he informed me that he doesn't like our bananas he only wants one from their house.
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And finally, that night Reese was "dancing". I said, "Shake it girl." And Chase replies, "Shake what ya mama gave ya!" Really...he's not even three yet!
Saturday, December 5, 2009
A Possible Sweet Side???
Yesterday was Reese's 9 month Dr. appointment. When it was time to head out the door that morning, Chase asked if Reese was going to have to get a shot. I told him that she would have to get one, and he got quite upset. "But, that will hurt her." I told him that would only hurt for a minute and that it was so that she would stay healthy later. He didn't seem to care what my reasons were. "I don't want them to hurt my baby." I must have heard that sentence at least a half dozen times on the way there. What a sweetie...makes mommy smile.
Of course, he was REALLY unhappy when they popped him up into the nurses lap so that he could get a flu shot too while we were there.
Of course, he was REALLY unhappy when they popped him up into the nurses lap so that he could get a flu shot too while we were there.
Monday, November 23, 2009
More from Chase...
The mind of a two to three year old is just amazing...
Two Kinds of Lava:
We all know the game "The Floor is Lava," right? Well, the other day Chase was playing and apparently there are multiple types of lava these days. He was laying on the floor saying he was in the lava, to which I responded "NOOOOO Chase, don't die...your mellllllting." He says, "no, this is the dying lava, this is the monster lava...now, Ine a monster!"
All ready "looks" like a man:
Mr. Chase was asking for some more milk. I told him he needed to find his cup and bring it to me. Then, I would get him some more milk. He told me he couldn't find his cup. I told him that he HAD to if he wanted more milk. This went on a couple of times. Finally, I said, "Chase, you actually have to look for your cup to find it." To which, he walks to the doorway of the kitchen and puts his hand up above his eyes, as if he is trying to see something very far away and says, "I can't find it, mom!"
Two Kinds of Lava:
We all know the game "The Floor is Lava," right? Well, the other day Chase was playing and apparently there are multiple types of lava these days. He was laying on the floor saying he was in the lava, to which I responded "NOOOOO Chase, don't die...your mellllllting." He says, "no, this is the dying lava, this is the monster lava...now, Ine a monster!"
All ready "looks" like a man:
Mr. Chase was asking for some more milk. I told him he needed to find his cup and bring it to me. Then, I would get him some more milk. He told me he couldn't find his cup. I told him that he HAD to if he wanted more milk. This went on a couple of times. Finally, I said, "Chase, you actually have to look for your cup to find it." To which, he walks to the doorway of the kitchen and puts his hand up above his eyes, as if he is trying to see something very far away and says, "I can't find it, mom!"
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Lawyer or Politician - Chase
I have decided in the last few days that Chase will probably grow up to be a Lawyer or a Politician. This is because he is completely full of crap, and will badger you until you crack. He is also good at making up new words and then trying to make you feel dumb for not knowing what they mean.
On Sunday, I told the boys they could have a pajama day! They were both super-excited. 'Jamas ALL day...AWESOME! Mid morning, I needed to run some errands. When I came home, Chase was in nothing but his diaper. I asked, "Chase, why are you naked?" He just looked at me like I had asked the most ridiculous question around. Then, I asked, "Where are your clothes?" To which, he pointed to the dirty clothes pile. "Why aren't you wearing them?" I asked. "Because, they're all dirty." I assumed he must have gotten food on them or something of the sort. "How did they get all dirty?" His response, "They're all muddy." "Really, how did they get all muddy?" "From when I was playing outside in the mud." (Sunday was a rainy day.) "They just got all muddy when I was out there." To which, I heard Kirk in the other room say, "Chase, what are you talking about????" Yes, he had been inside all day.
On Monday, when taking Quinn to school I told Chase that we needed to stop at the grocery store on our way home. The conversation went like this:
Chase: "But we can't go to the store mom."
Me: "Why not."
Chase: "Because, the policeman said we can't."
Me: "The policeman said? Why can't we?"
Chase: "Because the policeman said 'no'."
Me: "Why?"
Chase: "He said you will break it."
Me: "I will break the whole store?!?!"
Chase: "Yes, the policeman said, so we can't go!"
We went ahead and went straight home. I didn't want to have to argue with a policeman. And, I would have been quite embarrassed had I really broke the store!
Lastly, about a week ago I was at Walmart picking up some essentials. I was also getting some Goldfish (crackers). I noticed that the off brand (Whales) were quite a bit cheaper. So, I thought we would give them a try. There are some things the off brand is fine around here, and others I just can't stray from the original. That afternoon, I put some in a bowl for Chase. He came in the room I was in and exclaimed that he wanted something else to eat. I asked where the whales were and he said that he did not want the "boogalie whales." "Boogalie whales???", I asked. "Yes, the boogalie whales." "I don't know what that means. What is boogalie?" His response was quite matter of fact, and the look on his face was one of disbelief that I had no idea what he was talking about. "It means I don't like them!"
So, now you all know the newest word in the English language...Boogalie. In our house, the whales have officially been named "boogalie whales." As I am not letting the box go to waste, any time he wants some he simply asks, "mom, can I have some boogalie whales?"
On Sunday, I told the boys they could have a pajama day! They were both super-excited. 'Jamas ALL day...AWESOME! Mid morning, I needed to run some errands. When I came home, Chase was in nothing but his diaper. I asked, "Chase, why are you naked?" He just looked at me like I had asked the most ridiculous question around. Then, I asked, "Where are your clothes?" To which, he pointed to the dirty clothes pile. "Why aren't you wearing them?" I asked. "Because, they're all dirty." I assumed he must have gotten food on them or something of the sort. "How did they get all dirty?" His response, "They're all muddy." "Really, how did they get all muddy?" "From when I was playing outside in the mud." (Sunday was a rainy day.) "They just got all muddy when I was out there." To which, I heard Kirk in the other room say, "Chase, what are you talking about????" Yes, he had been inside all day.
On Monday, when taking Quinn to school I told Chase that we needed to stop at the grocery store on our way home. The conversation went like this:
Chase: "But we can't go to the store mom."
Me: "Why not."
Chase: "Because, the policeman said we can't."
Me: "The policeman said? Why can't we?"
Chase: "Because the policeman said 'no'."
Me: "Why?"
Chase: "He said you will break it."
Me: "I will break the whole store?!?!"
Chase: "Yes, the policeman said, so we can't go!"
We went ahead and went straight home. I didn't want to have to argue with a policeman. And, I would have been quite embarrassed had I really broke the store!
Lastly, about a week ago I was at Walmart picking up some essentials. I was also getting some Goldfish (crackers). I noticed that the off brand (Whales) were quite a bit cheaper. So, I thought we would give them a try. There are some things the off brand is fine around here, and others I just can't stray from the original. That afternoon, I put some in a bowl for Chase. He came in the room I was in and exclaimed that he wanted something else to eat. I asked where the whales were and he said that he did not want the "boogalie whales." "Boogalie whales???", I asked. "Yes, the boogalie whales." "I don't know what that means. What is boogalie?" His response was quite matter of fact, and the look on his face was one of disbelief that I had no idea what he was talking about. "It means I don't like them!"
So, now you all know the newest word in the English language...Boogalie. In our house, the whales have officially been named "boogalie whales." As I am not letting the box go to waste, any time he wants some he simply asks, "mom, can I have some boogalie whales?"
Friday, November 13, 2009
In the beginning...
Hi All,
My children are telling me things daily that make me laugh or smile, shock and astound me, make my heart sing, and just make me feel blessed in general. I decided to start this blog as a place to write down the little snipits that are heard at my house. It is partially for friends and family to enjoy my children and get a laugh from them, and partially just a place for me to write down the things that were said and when. This way, I have documentation for later. (Whether that be used for embarrassment or just to make me smile again on a day that I am maybe feeling a little blue.)
If you are one of my readers, I hope you enjoy.
Rachel
My children are telling me things daily that make me laugh or smile, shock and astound me, make my heart sing, and just make me feel blessed in general. I decided to start this blog as a place to write down the little snipits that are heard at my house. It is partially for friends and family to enjoy my children and get a laugh from them, and partially just a place for me to write down the things that were said and when. This way, I have documentation for later. (Whether that be used for embarrassment or just to make me smile again on a day that I am maybe feeling a little blue.)
If you are one of my readers, I hope you enjoy.
Rachel
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