Top Ten--September 2009

10—Little Adam’s vocal range is improving dramatically. His screeches are getting up there in the range that only dogs can hear. Though it makes for difficult daily communication, it should make him an excellent tenor someday. (Look at that—always looking on the bright side.)

9—M: Lucy, why are all of your socks in your bed?
L: Oh, ummmmm. I was trying to count them instead of sheep to help me fall asleep.

8—I (after a particularly nasty knee scrape): I don't bewieve it. I think my hawt's bwaking and since my knee stings.

7—Kye participated in a Grandparent’s Day Program at school and he invited his AZ gma and gpa to come. When I told him 10 hours was a long way to drive for a program, he rolled his eyes dramatically. “Sheesh, mommy. Ten hours isn’t that far.” (His Grandma Dana DID surprise him by making it to the program—ten hour drive and all. He was so thrilled. Thanks Gma D! We loved having you visit.)

6—I (in a dinner prayer): Pwease bwess my brother that he won’t call me any names he’s not awowed to call me.

5—A: Ah hug-ee. Mah behwee. Bupthuss. (And here I will provide interpretation in case you don’t speak toddlerese: he said, “I’m hungry—my belly. Breakfast!!”)

4—K: My hair looks terrible! It looks like your hair, dad. (From a six year old boy? Seriously??)

3—I gave my kids Golden Grahams and Oreos for snack one day. After that they got on a kick of Fruit loops with whipped cream on top. I am an awesome nutritionist. (I’m happy to report the Fruit Loops and Golden Grahams are now gone and we are back to boring snacks like apples and graham crackers.)

2—I: Mom, I know why tea—not herbal tea, but the other kind—is bad for you. And since it has coffeen in it.

1—Our little man Adam turned 2—and it’s looking very promising . . . for him. He’s determined to be as 2 as he can. So far he has: covered himself, Elmo and his bedroom carpet with blue toothpaste; spilled a full cup of water on my scriptures; opened 4 boxes of pudding and jello and ripped open each bag to have a taste—then spilled it on the food storage room floor; refused to eat his bday cupcake or frosting; repeated, “Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?” 17 billion times; repeated his first prayer (Hemnee Pah-tuh); learned NOT to scream hysterically every time I leave the nursery room at church for a minute; refused to eat bread in any form; stood on top of the couch to “pet” Goldie a dozen times; and done 5 push-ups for standing on the couch a dozen times. He’s busy, that one. We love you, kiddo.