Top Ten--November 2007

10. The children have been given new nicknames.
Lucy: "Diva." Thanksgiving Day, Lucy refused to perform in “The Thankful Indians” (written, produced, and starred by Lucy, Hannah, and Sarah) until her costume in full had been delivered by our neighbors. (“No! I won’t . . . I WON’T DO IT UNTIL I HAVE MY COSTUME!”—complete with stamping feet and tears.)
Kye: "The drama king." He is very passionate in what he does, and does nothing by halves. His dislikes have definitely increased and he likes to let everyone know. “Mom, I HATE music! . . . and shopping . . . .and the store . . . and . . . being hungry. (Incidentally, how can anyone HATE music?) Also, (throwing himself on the floor after ½ hour temper tantrum b/c I wouldn't give him a lollipop), “I’m so hungry I’m dead, mom.”
Isaac: "The man who knew too little." Though children do not, indeed, come with instructions, I feel like some things should be pretty self explanatory. Yes, even to a two-year-old. I find myself saying ridiculously obvious things. Things like, “Don’t hit the window with a bat,” and, “Don’t throw sharp objects at people.” Yes, really.
Adam: Fatty Mcbutter Pants. He's now 2 times his birth weight. One day I told someone to look at his cute chin and her response was, “Which one?” Yep, that fat.

9. I’ve heard of sleep walking and sleep talking, but never, until I knew Kye, have I heard of sleep laughing. After he fell asleep at Ben & Becca’s one evening, Zach brought him down to the car, put him in, and told him to go to his seat. Kye turned around and burst out laughing. He giggled for 5 minutes straight, and then in short bursts all the way home. It was hilarious.

8. Lucy: But dad knows everything! Well, except I know one thing he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know how to cook.

7.My general klutziness, which is exacerbated by pregnancy, has not improved significantly since Adam was born. I still drop things. A lot of things. Things like cups full of water and lotion bottles and sippy cups and milk jugs. What the??

6. Isaac to Ryan (after a bit of teasing on Ryan’s part): “Aaaaaaaaaah! Wyan, keep yourself to your hands!”

5.Tillamook cheese is the best cheese . . .ever. We’re a dairy loving family, so I’m hoping we never get a lactose-intolerant child to shake things up. Anyhoo, of all the cheddar cheeses available to man, Tillamook is the best. Don’t fight me on this—it really, really is.

4. Kye: (When passing our local hardware store Cal-Ranch): Look, mom! It’s the hard work store!

3. Lucy's wish, as written on a school project. "I WISH . . .I could have a uniacorn and I wish that my ant wasint alargict to fuury anamals." It's tough for Camille, of course, that she has such bad allergies, but it sure saves me every time the kids ask for a pet.

2. Apparently children sometimes listen in church. No wait! I’m not kidding. So we were sitting in sacrament meeting, with the children quietly coloring . . . or coloring anyway. The speaker said, “Something something something." (Maybe I need to listen better) "Adam fell that men might be. . . “ Isaac’s head popped up like a puppet on a string. “Adam fell? Adam fell? Oh no!!”

1. Thanksgiving celebrated with friends and family. Is there anything better than a day full of food, friends, games, movies, and gratitude? I mean, c'mon.