Things That Make Me Laugh

Although the daily endless chatter sometimes drives me a little bonkers, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Here’s some things that the kids have said that have really made me giggle:

-They are really into encouraging and congratulating me. Example: as I was finishing off my soup, Sam told me, “Good job scrappin sides, mama!” Oh thanks Sam :)

-They now think that they have to listen to warm-up music EVERYTIME they play basketball. Seth informed me, “Cuz, cuz it makes me play better.”

-I told Sam that I found his blanket in the corner in the playroom. “Oh,” he replied, “By the basketball court heater.” Of course, Sam.

-Thanks to tons of our friends being pregnant, and talk of Mary and baby Jesus, the boys have been pretending that they have “babies in their tummies.” They don’t seem to believe me that only mommies get pregnant, or that they will only be daddies someday. Trust me boys, you don’t want to be pregnant.

-Along the line of babies, they have both named their favorite stuffed animals. Sam’s white bear is “Charlie.” Seth’s poppel (which is my old stuffed animal…a yellow, pink, and purple bear) is now dubbed, “Nana” (I think from Peter Pan?)

-When asked his favorite color in front of my parents this weekend, Seth proudly proclaimed, “PINK!”

-When they play basketball they are now “Uncle Caleb and Uncle Levi.” I am the cheerleader sitting in the bleachers. I must cheer, “Go Seth and Sam.” Very important for the caliber of their game (almost as important as the warm up music).

-Their bath time is spend dumping water into various containers “making cookies.” Last night the ingredients were sugar and sour cream. Yum. They also make “rain cookies” i.e. meringue cookies.

-I told Sam that he was handsome. He retorted: “No, daddies handsome. I cute and fart.” (smart)

-Sam very seriously told me three very important facts the other day in the car: 1. Don’t touch rockets’ fire 2. Don’t touch dragons’ fire 3. Don’t touch dragons boogies. Scary world out there people.

-We went to the Christian Book Store today, which has a great kid section with a movie running and some stuffed animals for kids to look at. I left the boys there, assuming they were old enough to be left alone for a couple minutes. I returned to find a toy ripped out the box, and another being ripped (yes, double trouble). Yikes. My bad. Guess I should have explained which toys they could have played with. It was an honest mistake on their part.

-Trying to differentiate between being “potty training” and “potty trained”. Daddy is potty trained. You are potty training.

-As Ben is doing is duty in the bathroom, hearing yells from the boys, “Daddy pooped! He gets a sucker!” 

-Learning the tenses of the English language (tough!). We hear a lot of, “I is.” “They am.”

That’s all I can remember for tonight. Funny little boys I have! How I love them so!