This Crazy Lot of Kids

Nothing is more amusing to me than listening to the things kids say, catching a glimpse into the way they view the world.  I feel like if I can capture the crazy talk, it will one day make them laugh the way it does me.

Wyatt:  I want a girlfriend. 
Me: Why?
Wyatt:  Not a girlfriend, girlfriend, but a friend who is a girl who is open to more.  That way when I am 16 I can just date her instead of having to introduce myself to new girls.  It's like if I plan now I can just skip all the work then.

Kody:  Give me a kiss.
Me:  No, I don't trust you any more.
Kody:  Please, I won't blow air on you anymore and I haven't licked you in a long time now.

Travis:  I'm so sad we are only going to have this dog another 13 years or so.

Kody:  Mom, your teeth are so white.  Mine are yellow, I should probably brush mine more.

Happy "Me" Day

That's right, I'm a mom.  So I get a second whole day each year devoted to me.
The kids and Travis are great at spoiling me. 
I slept in, baked lots, and got hilarious and touching (I'll spare you the ooey gooey ones) cards.

I think there is a broken lamp in my house that I don't know about.

Hair and eyes good, quarter woman due to my short stature - ehhh.

Poor kid has joined the army of children whose parents call them by their siblings' names.

It's Been Said

Wyatt:  How do babies come out of Moms' bellies?
Me:  They come out their girl parts.
Wyatt:  You mean their butt.
Me:  No not their butt, their vagina.  Remember a boy has a penis a girl has a vagina.  That is where they come out.
Wyatt:  Ewww.  So you mean I touched your gavina at some point.

At the pool in just his swimtrunks
Kody:  (pointing to his right nipple) - This is my happy button.
Kody:  (pointing to his left nipple) - This is my silly button.
Kody: (pointing to his belly button) - This is my mad button.
Kody:  Now push one.

Dakota throwing a fit:
Mom: Dakota, is that how we talk?
Dakota: No
Mom:  How do we talk Kody?
Issac:  (while holding his hand up a la prophet in biblical times)  "We say, Peace be still."

Wyatt was holding his arm out to his side at a 90 degree angle like he is flexing but he isn't.
Wyatt:  Last year my arms looked like this.
Wyatt:  (full on body building flexing) Now they look like this.

Isabella:  Mom do you know any Italian?
Me:  No not really.  Uncle Joseph does though.
Isabella: Not any words.
Me:  Well I know ciao and arrividercci and bella (I don't know the spellings on these)
Travis:  ...and cowabunga
Me:  What?
Travis:  You know cowabunga.
Me:  That's not Italian.
Travis:  Are you sure?  Because they always said it on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and they were Italian.

What They Say

On the car ride home from Pre-K:
Issac:  Brianna is in love with me and I am in love with Brianna.
Me:  No you're not.  Where do you learn crap like that?
Issac:  Brianna told me, "I am in love with her and she is in love with me."
Nice work Brianna you have officially messed with my son's mind.

My kids are very sensitive and cry a lot when they are tired.
A very tired Wyatt:  Mom would you be sad if I died.
Me: Yes
Wyatt:  I don't think you would.  (Burst into more crying and running up to his room)

And in other news: now that the weather is warm we are spending lots of days at the park and mastering tons of new skills.  Issac attributes his rockin' skills to eating carrots, his new favorite food for strength training.

mastering the monkey bars

flipping over with a perfect dismount