10—I: How big were you when you had me?
M: About the same size I am now, except my tummy was bigger.
I: I mean, were you a human?
Hmmmm, well as far as I know . . . (Note to self: teach Zeeky the difference between the words “human” and “adult.”)
9—My general klutziness increases. It must be so amusing to be my children sometimes, what with watching me get my head slammed by the car door just before church, or watching me whack my left temple with the pantry door after it rebounded off my shoe. Incidentally, on a (perhaps) related note, I’ve had a lot of headaches this month.
8—Uncle Ben: Lucy, Sarah (L.)! What are you guys doing down there?
Lucy: Oh, we’re jumping on the bed, talking about people who take things literally, like Amelia Bedelia.
Huh. All righty then.
7—K: Are you guys deaf? Well, ARE you?!?!?! (speaking to Isaac and cousin Justin, who does, in fact, happen to be deaf). Hard to believe we try to teach him manners, isn’t it?
6—Isaac accesses his inner Emeril: every time he tells a story, he gives a fact and adds a “BAM!” You know, like, “I was just walking along and BAM! I slipped and hit my head.” Or, “This pen stopped working and BAM! I can’t write on my paper.” It’s delightful. I can’t wait to hear what brings a BAM! in each conversation.
5—A: I monna mawtch a moomie, mommy.
4—Conference, Conference, Conference. We learned so very much, felt so very much, and came away determined to do a little better. This was my favorite talk.
3—While taking a break from BAM!ing, Isaac’s been giving us some quotable one-liners. “Mom (*sigh*), pwease stop singing. Yoh making me nehvous,” and, “Kye is wighteous, but he’s just so mean sometimes,” and “I think I got a bwack bean up my nose,” and (sobbing), “Mom, you are not being a bucket filler. You are being a bucket dipper.”
2—Another enlightening conversation for posterity:
S: So, Zach. Of all the places you travel, which is your very favorite?
Z: Mississippi.
S: Mississippi?!?! Really? Better than Hawaii, or New York, or Tahiti!?!? But why?
Z: It’s relaxed, there aren’t very many people there . . . and it’s got really good barbeque.
Who knew?
1—Our dear little Lucy-loo growing up on us. She turned nine. NINE, for crying out loud. Where did the time go?
M: About the same size I am now, except my tummy was bigger.
I: I mean, were you a human?
Hmmmm, well as far as I know . . . (Note to self: teach Zeeky the difference between the words “human” and “adult.”)
9—My general klutziness increases. It must be so amusing to be my children sometimes, what with watching me get my head slammed by the car door just before church, or watching me whack my left temple with the pantry door after it rebounded off my shoe. Incidentally, on a (perhaps) related note, I’ve had a lot of headaches this month.
8—Uncle Ben: Lucy, Sarah (L.)! What are you guys doing down there?
Lucy: Oh, we’re jumping on the bed, talking about people who take things literally, like Amelia Bedelia.
Huh. All righty then.
7—K: Are you guys deaf? Well, ARE you?!?!?! (speaking to Isaac and cousin Justin, who does, in fact, happen to be deaf). Hard to believe we try to teach him manners, isn’t it?
6—Isaac accesses his inner Emeril: every time he tells a story, he gives a fact and adds a “BAM!” You know, like, “I was just walking along and BAM! I slipped and hit my head.” Or, “This pen stopped working and BAM! I can’t write on my paper.” It’s delightful. I can’t wait to hear what brings a BAM! in each conversation.
5—A: I monna mawtch a moomie, mommy.
4—Conference, Conference, Conference. We learned so very much, felt so very much, and came away determined to do a little better. This was my favorite talk.
3—While taking a break from BAM!ing, Isaac’s been giving us some quotable one-liners. “Mom (*sigh*), pwease stop singing. Yoh making me nehvous,” and, “Kye is wighteous, but he’s just so mean sometimes,” and “I think I got a bwack bean up my nose,” and (sobbing), “Mom, you are not being a bucket filler. You are being a bucket dipper.”
2—Another enlightening conversation for posterity:
S: So, Zach. Of all the places you travel, which is your very favorite?
Z: Mississippi.
S: Mississippi?!?! Really? Better than Hawaii, or New York, or Tahiti!?!? But why?
Z: It’s relaxed, there aren’t very many people there . . . and it’s got really good barbeque.
Who knew?
1—Our dear little Lucy-loo growing up on us. She turned nine. NINE, for crying out loud. Where did the time go?
3 comments:
Hilarious! Thanks for doing these every month. :)
I'm still waiting for Halloween pictures.
I'm glad to know I'm not the only klutz around. I truly feel your pain! Although, that doesn't mean that I'm glad you are accident prone.
And I hear you on trying to teach manners. I talk until I am blue int he face. Apparently it goes in one ear and out the other...sigh.
This is a great idea and a very clever post. I'm a friend of Amidey's and followed you over here from her blog. Nice to meet you! :)
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