“Moooom! Evan is running around the house covered with soap.” “How did he get soap all over himself when the bathtub is dry?” “Weeeell, he took off his clothes and climbed in the sink and he squirted soap on his back and then he smeared it everywhere.” “He put soap on his own back?” “Yes.” […]
Amy: “Evan, you stay out of my room or I will call the police and they’ll put you in jail.” Evan: “Mommmmy!” – – – – – – – – – – – – – Amy: “Where’s my penguin that was in the living room?’ Evan: “I called police and they put it in jail.” […]
Me: “Please do NOT play in the water hose. You are coming back inside in fifteen minutes and I don’t want to give you a bath right now. Don’t get wet.” Amy: “Okay.” Me: “I need you to repeat what I just said so I know that you understand.” Amy: “We can’t play in the […]
Evan: “What’s text?” Amy: “That’s when you use your thumbs to write words on the phone.” Evan: “I get to press buttons?” Amy: “Yes.” Evan: “Can I do that now?” Amy: “If you got one.” Evan: racing out of the room “I gotta go find a phone.”
Barry: “The only thing she doesn’t blog about is her children sitting quietly.” Actually, there is an increasingly lengthy list of incidents, behaviors and observations that I haven’t been putting in writing. Since I know that everything I don’t write will rapidly be forgotten, I need to revert to journaling the good, bad and everything […]
Me: “Evan? Where are your clothes?” Evan: “They’re lost, but . . . (runs to bed and throws himself on top of a wadded up blanket) don’t look under here.” Bonus Amy quote: “It’s not fair that Evan gets to pee outside and I don’t.”
Me: “Tommy, do you want to spend the rest of your life just playing WoW in our basement?” Tommy: “I don’t think you want to know my answer.” Sarah: “I have NOTHING to wear. I HAVE to have new clothes.” Noah: “Umm, yeah, I didn’t tell you, but, I, umm, lost a part of my […]
Me: “Evan, you should close your eyes and rest.” Evan: “I can’t. I won’t be able to see.” He still talks with a lisp and has zero impulse control, but he sounds like a 4-year-old.
Q – What is cuter than a tiny 6-y-o saying and pantomiming “Boom. Boom. Fire power?” A – Her 3-y-o brother with a lisp saying it.