Saturday, September 29, 2007

Isn't It the Obvious Question?

After I set out underwear, shorts, a shirt and socks for her to change into this morning, M dressed, came downstairs and said:

M: Do we have school today?

Me: No, it's Saturday.

M: Then why am I wearing socks?

Thursday, September 27, 2007

The Y Chromosome

As you know, I've got twin 8 month old boys. Add those to the 5 year old boy and the 37 year old boy in the house and my daughter and I have a lot of Y chromosomes to deal with (I would say testosterone - but I don't think that the boys have a whole lot of that yet...).

Baby C has discovered his genitals. The second the diaper comes off, his hand goes down. He grabs his penis and scrotum until someone pries his fingers away in order to put the new diaper on. Where does this urge come from? And why doesn't it really ever go away for boys?

J's comment upon learning of C's new fascination with his own little package? "Welcome to the club, my friend. Welcome to the club."

Monday, September 24, 2007

Two Letters Make All the Diffference

So, the babies are getting their first teeth. H broke his bottom center teeth through a few weeks ago. Strangely, C got his top center teeth first (both of my big kids got their bottom teeth first as, I think, most babies do).

Anyway, J and I were laughing at C last night, calling him a little bucktooth. Enter four year old M...

M: What's a butt-tooth?

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Stranger Danger

We've been talking a lot about strangers lately. I don't think my kids totally understand the concept of "strangers" yet - but the concept, at least, has been introduced. There are periodic pop quizzes - like this morning:

Me: So, what do you do if a stranger asks you to come with him?

M: Tell him I need to ask my mom first.

Me: Good. What do you do if he says that he already talked to your mom and it's okay?

M: Tell him I need to ask my mom first.

Me: Okay, what do you do if he just grabs you and tries to make you go with him?

M: I yell loud like this - "AHHHHHHHH" - and run away.

Me: Good job.

M: Or I could yell like this - "YETIYETIYETIYETIYETI!!!!!" - and he would think I was a Yeti and be scared of me.



[Note: the capital letter y in this font resembles a capital letter v. Do not be confused - yes, she was referring to the Abominable Snowman.]

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Tact and Grace


In the midst of a room full of people eating red velvet cake, M says:

"You know, the red part of this cake looks just like my nose blood."

Nice.

Monday, September 3, 2007

Also...


One baby tooth in. Nineteen to go. :(


Poor Parenting or Baby Genius ?



Should it concern me that my 8 month old son squeals with delight upon seeing this?