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Things I Never Thought I Would Have To Say...

Today's line?

"Sam, take that bacon off your face!"

Why?  Maybe if he were a dog...

My Favorite Word

Elise (age 1/12) looking unhappy.

Brothers trying to entertain little sister.

Joshua:  "Can you say "Josh"?" 

Elise:  "No!"

Joseph:  "Can you say "Joe"?"

Elise:  "No!" 

Joshua:  "Can you say "No"?"

Elise:  "No!"

Brothers nearly fall over in hysterics.  Baby win. 

From Sheer Terror to Apathy in 5, 4, 3, 2...

Last time we were visiting family out of town Josh comes running in from playing outside, absolutely freaked out. 

"Mom!  A tornado's coming!!!"

I briefly glance out the window.  "No, it's just windy - it's just Twin Falls." (In Twin Falls, when it snows you measure the amount stuck to the SIDE of the fencepost...)

Josh, looking puzzled, "So I don't need to worry about my life?"

"No, you're good."

"Oh, okay."  As he runs back out, "Twin Falls is windy!"  Story of my life. 

The Chocolate Fountain of Joy

You know it's a fun thing when the new year starts out with everyone covered in chocolate and dancing.  Baby girl loved it.  Loved it. 

Water, Water Everywhere

Last night I went to bed with a headache early in the evening and my wonderful (seriously the most wonderful man you can imagine) husband put the kids to bed by himself.  Now, although my husband is Wonderman, he does sometime overlook small details.  Like remembering to put a diaper on the 4 year old before bed.  Or pajamas.  Whatever - the children got put safely in bed and that was the real triumph.  Thus the conversation I had with my four year old this morning: 

Sam, calling from the bathroom, "I'm done going potty!" 
Me, stumbling out of bed and making my way down the hallway, "Coming."
I enter the bathroom and notice that Sam is wearing the shirt he wore yesterday as he sits on the toilet.  This strikes me as odd and I wonder if he tried to dress himself before coming in the bathroom.  Then I look on the floor and see pants and underwear that look really dampish.  Things are starting to click.  This is not good.  I gingerly pick up the soiled pants with a finger thumb combination.  Definitely wet.  I look at Sam. 
"Why are your pants wet?" 
Sam, not missing a beat, goes into full blame mode, "Joe dumped water in them."  I look at the pants, the faucet, the floor to see if this assertion can be backed by solid evidence of a water attack.  There are no signs of foul play. 
"What do you mean, Joe dumped water in them?  Why would he do that?"
"He did it last night."  I wrinkle my nose and bring the wet clothes a bit closer.  Nope.  That is definitely a urine smell.  What we have here, ladies and gentlemen, is a lie. 
"No Sam, you must have had an accident." Though he continues to protest his innocence, I take in all the evidence.  No diaper.  Clothes from night before.  Husband put children to bed.  Clearly there will be more to clean.  I start the bathwater and head to the bedroom and start to dismantle the wet sheets, snugglies, blankets, etc.  As I head downstairs to the laundry room I am still thankful for my husband who took care of it all last night.  No joke.  Small price to pay when you feel like crap.  Feel bad for Sam though - sounds like a wet night.

Dinnertime

Our dinner conversation tonight:
Josh:  Pine needles taste kind of minty when you bite them. 
Me:  Don't be eating anything unless you know it is safe to eat.  Are pine trees safe to eat? (Look at husband for assistance then back to Josh)  Why would you want to eat a pine tree? 

(Several moments pass as we eat and visit)

Josh:  It actually tastes pretty good.
Me:  (thinking he is referring to the chicken and veggie stir fry for dinner that he was skeptical about eating)  Aw, Josh that's really nice.  I am glad that you like it.
Josh:  Not the dinner Mom, the pine needles. 
Me:  (deflated)  Oh. 

I really shouldn't be surprised, I guess.  Pass the pine needles please...