Tater (4 1/2 years) climbed up on Danny's shoulders and after a minute asked,
"Daddy, when did all your hair run away?"
Showing posts with label Kiddie Kwips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kiddie Kwips. Show all posts
Friday, February 28, 2014
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
If aliens did dishes
I was in the kitchen making whole grain blueberry (vegan) pancakes for breakfast.
We love it and I usually make it once a week. Here's the recipe:
http://engine2diet.com/recipe/spelt-blueberry-pancakes/
with a couple changes.
Gabbers was putting the clean dishes from the dishwasher.
I said to her, "Don't touch your hair when you're putting away clean dishes... or cooking. And you should have your hair pulled back. Hair has lots of germs you don't want in food or clean dishes."
She replied, "Unless you're an alien and you have two extra hands for your hair."
Okiedoke.
Sunday, November 04, 2012
Grateful for my little balls of energy
I am grateful for these 2 little monkeys.
Tater on left, Squdge on right
We just bought a twin/full bunkbed. These little guys share the bottom bunk and Bun sleeps on top. I have been having the hardest time keeping them off of the top bunk today.
But this age is so quick to forgive, so full of energy, and so full of the funniest things to say.
About a week ago, I took this picture. I had just sat down at my laptop to check upcoming cupcake and bread orders. It was late-- like 9:45 p.m.
They came out of their room together and went straight into the kitchen. I could hear them talking amongst themselves and trying to get something out of the sink. I said to them,
"Come out of the kitchen and don't touch my ingredients. It's time to go back to bed."
They responded in unison,
"But Mommy, we got ideas!!"
Sunday, October 02, 2011
Hammy's bed Kiddie Kwip
After I got everybody to bed tonight, I heard a faint little voice calling from the big boys' room, "Mommy, I'm scared."
So I went and gathered up Hammy and his blankie and his baby duck (Fluffy Duck is in surgery) and brought him back to my bed. Danny's been gone for two weeks to his eye surgery and appointments and Hammy has had a hard time with it.
I lay in bed next to him and we sang and signed a few primary songs. Then he said, "Mommy? Why your bed doesn't have words on it?"
I pondered this for a minute trying to decipher what the heck he meant.
And he said it again, "Mommy? Why your bed doesn't have words on it like my bed?" Instantly I thought of all he crayon and pencil I scrubbed off this evening with a magic eraser and then I remembered, Oh yeah. I put laminate words on his bed that say, "A ducky and his boy sleep here."
(that's Fluffy Duck)
I chuckled and said, "Hammy, what should it say?" Thinking I might seriously put something there before Danny gets home tomorrow to surprise him.
Hammy was quick. He knew just what it should say,
"Our Mommy and Daddy sleep here, and our Hammy."
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
The ants go marching through my kitchen, heehee, haha!
I walked into the kitchen to find Hammy rolling about on the kitchen floor giggling,
"It tickles! It tickles! Oh hehe hahaha!"
"Hammy, what are you doing?"
"Mommy, ants are friendly bugs! I love ants! They are nice. They tickle us!"
Time to mop.
"It tickles! It tickles! Oh hehe hahaha!"
"Hammy, what are you doing?"
"Mommy, ants are friendly bugs! I love ants! They are nice. They tickle us!"
Time to mop.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Kiddie Kwips
November 5, 2013: Hammy (6 1/2 years) was just about to eat an Arby's Jr. sandwich.
He admired the sesame seeds on the bun, "Mommy, can these little seeds grow?"
I replied, "No, they are cooked."
"Um no probably not," he pondered. "And they probably can't grow a hamburger... could they??"
December 21, 2012: Hammy (5 1/2 years): If there were no moon, there wouldn't be night.
Pookie (almost 11 years): No, that's not true. There would still be night. Isn't that right Daddy?
Danny: Yes.
Pookie: There just wouldn't be tides. And werewolves would turn into humans.
December 20, 2012: I was puzzling over Gabbers (9 years) answer in math, "Gabbers, how did you answer this? Did you use a string?"
Gabbers replied, "No, I didn't have a string so I just imagined it."
I helped her understand, "Okay, well in math we can't just imagine it. We need to measure."
December 20, 2012: Hammy (5 1/2) figuring out life, "If things broke, they can always come back to life. Cuz if we can't, Jesus can!"
December 17, 2012: Hammy (5 1/2) asked me, "Mommy, why are babies so squishy?"
December 17, 2012: Tater (3 years): Oh you eat your cereal all gone?
Squdge (3 years): yup.
Tater: It in your leg?
Squdge: Yup in my leg.
Tater: In your leg?!
April 20, 2011: We had a mini just-for-fun egg hunt today. Each kid got three plastic eggs and a couple foil covered eggs. After my three-year-old son had finished stuffing the last bit of chocolate in his mouth, he came into the kitchen where I was helping my seven-year-old daughter get a drink of water. We had the following conversation:
April 16, 2011: I (Nikki) was laying down on my bed with my laptop on my lapdesk in front of me. I had been researching some things before falling asleep.
Hammy (3 years 11 months) came in and asked in his usual Hammy volume and excitement, "Mommy! What show are you watching?"
I groggily replied, "hmm? Oh, I'm not watching a show. I'm napping."
Hammy, now much wiser, whispered, "Mommy, what show are you watching?"
January 8, 2011: Hammy (3 1/2 years): Where's Bun?
Nikki: Bun had to take a nap.
Hammy: Why?
Nikki: It's naptime. You can take a nap too.
Hammy: Why I need to take a nap?
Nikki: It helps you be happy and calm.
Hammy: Why?
Nikki: So you're not crazy and naughty.
Hammy: How 'bout I just say "sorry?"
August 15, 2010, Bun (5 years): Daddy, I have good news for you! This time when I had a lot of poop you don't have to plunge the toilet. I did enough flushes to get ALL the toilet paper down.
July 19, 2010: Pookie (8 1/2 years), with a fleece throw blanket draped over his shoulders, declared to Danny and me (as we were sitting on the living room floor changing diapers),
"I am a magical wizard!"
Danny said, "Oh good. Why don't you use your magic powers to clean up this room?"
"I can't do that. But I can disappear!"
And he did.
April 29, 2010: Pookie was rummaging around in his dark room last night looking for a couple items I asked him to get. Danny happened to walk by at the time and they shared this little exchange:
Pookie (8 years): It's so dark in here. I wish I had a carrot.
Danny: A carrot?
Pookie: So I can see in the dark!
August 3, 2009: Gabbers (5 3/4 years) observing my silent tears as they were leaving my hospital room, stopped and said, "Don't worry Mommy. One day you will be able to live at our house again."
January 19, 2009: Bun (3 1/2 years) after falling down the basement steps while following me to laundry room, "I'm okay! I fell down, but I didn't turn into a skeleton! I'm okay! I'm not a Bun-bun skeleton! See Mommy?"
August 1, 2008: Gabbers (4 3/4 yrs) with tears in her eyes found me upstairs decluttering my closet, "Momma, Ariel turned back to a mermaid and didn't marry Prince Eric!"
Trying not to laugh and trying also to be understanding, I said, "I know Gabbers. I know the show. It gets better. Go see what happens."
July 13, 2008: Pookie (6 1/2 yrs), "Mosquitoes will suck your blood. Then they put a spot there that will make you itch!"
June 30, 2008: Gabbers (4 1/2 yrs) telling Danny, "Daddy, some bugs eat other bugs. I call those bugs, HERO BUGS!"
June 19, 2008: Gabbers (4 1/2 yrs): I am outside without shoes because I am not going anywhere. I have to watch out for bugs though. I don't want any bugs crawling on my socks or they will probably take some of my blood.
Bun (almost 3 yrs): Ah! I don't want bugs to eat me! (as he lifts his feet into the air - also shoeless)
Gabbers: Silly Bun. Bugs don't eat people. Only alligators eat people. Alligators eat people because people are meat and alligators eat meat. So alligators have to eat people because we are meat.
Bun wide-eyed not worried about bugs. Bun on the lookout for alligators that might be roaming through the yard.
June 2, 2008: I said to Danny, "Thank you for the popcorn, Honey." Danny said, "You're welcome." Then Bun (almost 3 yrs) said, "No, Mommy. Daddy not da honey. You da honey."
May 21, 2008: Today I bought my children cotton candy while at the zoo. Now that we’re home, they’re eating the rest of it.
Pookie (6 yrs.) telling Gabbers, "I think I’m having a meltdown. If you eat too much sugar, you have a meltdown." Gabbers (4 1/2 yrs), intrigued, "That’s what God said?" Pookie reply, "Probably. And I think I’m having a meltdown right now."
April 18, 2008: I (Nikki) was explaining some homonyms and their spellings to Pookie (6 yrs) while drinking a Mt. Dew for my migraine. I accidentally burped and he wrinkled up his nose and said, "Mommy, you smell like caffeine. ew."
April 14, 2008: Pookie (6 yrs) "What happens if a bee doesn't think bee-ish?" Gabbers (4 1/2 yrs) answering in a dontcha-know? sort of way, "They'll turn into a people!"
March 13, 2008: Gabbers (4 yrs), "We are not chocolate. But there is chocolate inside our bones because we ate it. The chocolate. "
March 12, 2008: (In regards to birthmarks) Pookie (6 yrs.) lamenting, "I wanted an angel kiss on my forehead." Gabbers (4 yrs.) joining in the lamenting, "I wanted an angel kiss on my bum." Mommy explaining, "You do have one on your bum. You're the only one with a bum angel kiss." *Big smile from Gabbers.*
March 3, 2008: Pookie (6 yrs.) explaining to me why he was trying to take a toy away from Bun (2 1/2 yrs), "He doesn't understand what I say. I said, 'It's not yours, it's mine. But all he heard was yours.'"
February 28, 2008: Pookie said right after accidentally kissing Gabbers on the lips, "Oh, I don't feel well. I think I'm going to throw up."
February 26, 2008: Bun (2 1/2 years) said to me, "Mommy, Mooly has love in him, huh? You fix my Mooly."
January 4, 2008: Pookie is very excitedly preparing for his pirate (family) birthday party. I overheard him explaining to Gabbers, "If I'm going to be captain. I've got to be scurvy and walk the plank." She replied, "Argh."
January 3, 2008: Bun (2 1/2 years) was searching through the snack cupboard.
Me: Bun, go sit at the table if you want pretzels.
Bun: Okay! (runs to the table crazy-happy-like) Hey, Pookie, you want pretzels?
Pookie (almost 6 years): No.
Bun: HEY POOKIE, YOU WANT PRETZELS?!
Pookie: I said NO, Bun. Bun (in authoritative voice): Hey, no talka me like that!
December 27, 2007: Gabbers came down the stairs with much concern furrowed into her brow and said, "Momma, Bun just turned on the nudifier!" So, I had her repeat a few times, "hyoo-mid-uh-fahy-er."
November 6, 2007: Pookie & Gabbers were shopping with me in the shampoo aisle at Wal-Mart tonight with Danny a couple aisles away with Ham & Bun. Pookie said, "Mommy, it's boring shopping with you. But I still love you," and gave me a big hug.
November 6, 2007: 5 1/2 yr. old Pookie trying yet again to reach the light to the basement, "I can't reach the light." Helpful 4 yr. old Gabbers replies, "Stand on your tip-toes!" Pookie responds, "I did! That's how high my tip-toes go."
October 20, 2007: 5 1/2 yr. old Pookie (observing Danny's receding hairline): "Daddy, why did Heavenly Father and Jesus make your hair look like horns?"
October 18, 2007: (3 days away from 4 yrs.) Gabbers to Danny about the honey chicken wings: "Don’t eat the bones!" Danny: "Why not?" Gabbers: "They’re very not good for our bodies. We already have good bones in our body!"
October 5, 2007: (3 yrs. 11 months) Gabbers mentioned to me about 7 p.m. tonight, "Momma, it's bedtime!" I said, "I know, but we have friends over for a special night. So we'll go to bed later."An hour later, after the kid movie was over, Pookie says, "I'm going to look outside. Oh! It's dark outside." Gabbers says, "I know Pookie! It's because it's bedtime. I've been telling Momma now for FOUR YEARS!"
September 26, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs. 11 months) said, "Momma, babies don't like to be incognito. Cuz then they could stop breathing.
September 7, 2007: Gabbers (3 1/2 yrs.) with her hands on her hips, "Bun! (2 yrs.) You are being un-obedient!"
August 19, 2007: Pookie (5 1/2 yrs.): "Hey Gabbers, that's my slipper!" Gabbers (3 1/2 yrs.): "But I am borrowing it Pookie." Pookie, after a short pause: "But you are done borrowing it." Gabbers: "Oh," (pause) "Well, what are we waiting for?" Promptly takes off slipper and hands it to Pookie.
August 12, 2007: Pookie (5 1/2 yrs.) asking Gabbers (3 1/2 yrs.), "How do you spell BAD Gabbers?" Gabbers responding, "B-A-D." Pookie surprised, "How do you KNOW these things Gabbers?!"
July 28, 2007: Pookie (5 1/2 yrs.) inquiring sincerely, "Mommy, now it's Bun's (second) birthday, why isn't he talking yet?"
June 19, 2007: Bun (22 months) asking sweetly right before bed, "Mommy, I need a dwink." Me responding, "You need a drink, huh?" Bun: "A dwink." Me: "Okay, after I finish folding these clothes." "No! Mommy, (pausing for effect and holding up one finger) One . . . Two . . . Fwee!"
June 7, 2007: Bun (22 months) spotted me eating a Snickerdoodle cookie and had to have one. After one bite he broke the rest into small pieces, tossed it on the floor and said sternly (to the cookie bits), "Settle down boys!"
May 29, 2007: In the bathroom at AppleBee's after washing (22 month old) Bun's hands and face he noticed the background music when I turned the water off. Bun started dancing around and said, "Check it out! It musak!"
May 2, 2007: On the way to the doctor for coughs and runny noses Gabbers (3 1/2 yrs.) exclaims, "We will get a lollipop if we get shot." Danny responds, "I think this doctor gives out stickers." Gabbers elated, "That's great! That's very kind of the doctors!"
April 12, 2007: Not sure what I was overhearing, but Pookie (5 yrs.) said to Gabbers (3 yrs.), "I'm not like other Pookies."
April 10, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.) observing that Bun (20 months) was climbing out of his playpen, “Oh no! Baby’s going to fall on his head!” Then after Bun safely climbed out and landed on the couch Pookie said all flustered, “Oh… lizard blizzard!”
April 10, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) was playing the higher notes on the piano and singing, “If you like to sing . . . I love my family. . .” Bun (20 months) came up to her and said, “What? What?! What dat cwazy song?”
April 7, 2007: While Pookie (5 yrs.) and Gabbers (3 yrs.) were watching the morphing mommy-belly wiggle and kick, Pookie says, "Mommy, how does the baby come out of your tummy?" Gabbers quickly responds, "Pookie, the baby just pops out!"
March 22, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) noticing I braided my hair, "Mommy! What did you do to your hair?! It looks like a rope!"
March 22, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) sharing a joke with Bun (19 1/2 months), "Knock-knock baby." Bun playing along, "Who's dere?" Gabbers, "Chair." Bun looking bewildered and then finally replies, "Dat's funny."
March 19, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.) explaining to Gabbers (3 yrs.), "They're taking our trash away." Gabbers, "Why?" Pookie, "Because we used it up. See, they're putting it in there." Gabbers, "Why?" Pookie, "That's where it goes." Gabbers, "It makes me mad."
March 17, 2007: I asked Gabbers (3 yrs.), "What are you and Bun (19 1/2 months) eating and drooling all over?" Gabbers responded, "Oh, it's just cold Hot Tamales. Cuz they are yummy." Danny translated, "Mike & Ikes."
March 9, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.), standing as tall as possible, says, “Gabbers, come here and we’ll see how big you are.” Gabbers (3 yrs.) responds, “Oh, I’m just little.” Pookie outraged, “Gabbers! Don’t say that! You’re medium-sized!”
March 8, 2007: Interviewing Gabbers (3 yrs.) for our spotlight program in primary (at church) I asked, "Gabbers, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Gabbers said, "A kitty." Okay. "Gabbers what is your favorite Bible or Book of Mormon story?" Gabbers said, "The carrot. Or maybe the lion's den." Too many Veggietales?
March 5, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.) chasing Gabbers (3 yrs.) around the couch in circles, “Gabbers, Gabbers! Now I’m God and you have to follow in my footsteps.”
March 2, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) begging, “Mommy, can I please see the wittle baby in your tummy? I pwomise I will be very careful. Oh please!”
March 1, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) counting for hide-and-seek, “12, 13, 14, 17,” and Pookie (5 yrs.) interrupts, “That’s not how you count!” Gabbers responds, “But why?” Pookie answers, “Because . . . uh, you start at one!”
February 27, 2007: Evaluator at school assessing Gabbers (3 yrs.) for speech delays, “Gabbers, where do cows live?” Gabbers responded in a don’t-you-know sort of way, “In California!”
February 26, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) and Pookie (5 yrs.) climbed into my bed with me with a couple books after they woke up from their naps. Gabbers turned to me and said, “Momma, I will grow up big into a mommy and Pookie will grow up big into a daddy, and Bun will grow up big into a daddy, and you will grow little into a Gabbers. Okay?”
February 21, 2007: After spinning around and around in little circles with her arms out to her side, Gabbers (3 yrs.) said, “I’m turning into a butterpwy. But I can’t pwy without my wings!”
February 19, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) is sitting in highchair coloring and Pookie (5 yrs.) is standing next to her (at highchair) coloring as well. Danny and I overhear Gabbers say, “Pookie. Look at my face! Do I look happy? Well I’m not. I’m mad! Gimme back my cwayon!”
February 17, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) to Pookie (5 yrs.) at dining table right after being served pizza, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Pookie?” Hmm…
February 7, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) explaining where her toast went, "I ate my toast. It’s in my tummy. But I can’t see my toast because it’s very dark in my mouth."
February 6, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.)begging desperately, "Mommy, can you please find me a banana? Because I really want some potassium!"
February 1, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.), listening to the record Camptown Races on toy record player, “Mommy, I’m playing Doo-Dah Day!”
January 31, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) waving her hand slowly in front of my face, "Open da Mommy Store." After the "force" not working, she tries again, "Da Mommy Store is open!" And no, she has never seen Star Wars.
January 24, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.) lamenting to Mommy, "I will be sad when I die and go to heaven and I can’t take Fuzzy, my pillow, and blue blankey with me."
January 23, 2007: Cashier at the commissary glancing at children, and then at the pregnant belly, "Are they ALL yours?"
June 15, 2005: Gabbers (20 months) threw all her raisins and banana slices on the floor and looked at me and said, "Oh, Gabbers! What you do?"
June 12, 2005: I was drying (3 1/2 yr. old) Pookie's hair really fast with his towel and he goes, "Mommy! Stop drying me in your dangerous way!"
He admired the sesame seeds on the bun, "Mommy, can these little seeds grow?"
I replied, "No, they are cooked."
"Um no probably not," he pondered. "And they probably can't grow a hamburger... could they??"
December 21, 2012: Hammy (5 1/2 years): If there were no moon, there wouldn't be night.
Pookie (almost 11 years): No, that's not true. There would still be night. Isn't that right Daddy?
Danny: Yes.
Pookie: There just wouldn't be tides. And werewolves would turn into humans.
December 20, 2012: I was puzzling over Gabbers (9 years) answer in math, "Gabbers, how did you answer this? Did you use a string?"
Gabbers replied, "No, I didn't have a string so I just imagined it."
I helped her understand, "Okay, well in math we can't just imagine it. We need to measure."
December 20, 2012: Hammy (5 1/2) figuring out life, "If things broke, they can always come back to life. Cuz if we can't, Jesus can!"
December 17, 2012: Hammy (5 1/2) asked me, "Mommy, why are babies so squishy?"
December 17, 2012: Tater (3 years): Oh you eat your cereal all gone?
Squdge (3 years): yup.
Tater: It in your leg?
Squdge: Yup in my leg.
Tater: In your leg?!
April 20, 2011: We had a mini just-for-fun egg hunt today. Each kid got three plastic eggs and a couple foil covered eggs. After my three-year-old son had finished stuffing the last bit of chocolate in his mouth, he came into the kitchen where I was helping my seven-year-old daughter get a drink of water. We had the following conversation:
Hammy (speaking around a mouthful of chocolate): I need more eggs.
Danny: You ate all the candy?
Hammy (swallowing): Yeah. I need more eggs now.
Danny: That’s all for tonight.
Hammy: But I need more eggs!
Danny: You have to wait. The Easter Bunny will bring you more eggs on Easter.
Hammy: Where he is?
Danny: What?
Hammy: Where is de Easter Bunny?
Danny: Oh. He’s probably getting his eggs ready for Easter.
Hammy (eyes glowing with delight): I can help him!
Danny: Er, we don’t know where he is.
Hammy: But maybe we could…
Gabbers (who is already convinced she is smarter than my wife and me combined): I know what you’re going to say.
Hammy (confused): What?
Gabbers: That we can use the GPS.
Hammy: What?
Gabbers: We can use the GPS to find the Easter Bunny. Then you can help him with the eggs.
Hammy: Yes, that!
Maybe they're onto something here. I mean Santa has elves, but the Easter Bunny doesn't get any helpers. Heck, he doesn't even have opposable thumbs.
April 16, 2011: I (Nikki) was laying down on my bed with my laptop on my lapdesk in front of me. I had been researching some things before falling asleep.
Hammy (3 years 11 months) came in and asked in his usual Hammy volume and excitement, "Mommy! What show are you watching?"
I groggily replied, "hmm? Oh, I'm not watching a show. I'm napping."
Hammy, now much wiser, whispered, "Mommy, what show are you watching?"
January 8, 2011: Hammy (3 1/2 years): Where's Bun?
Nikki: Bun had to take a nap.
Hammy: Why?
Nikki: It's naptime. You can take a nap too.
Hammy: Why I need to take a nap?
Nikki: It helps you be happy and calm.
Hammy: Why?
Nikki: So you're not crazy and naughty.
Hammy: How 'bout I just say "sorry?"
August 15, 2010, Bun (5 years): Daddy, I have good news for you! This time when I had a lot of poop you don't have to plunge the toilet. I did enough flushes to get ALL the toilet paper down.
July 19, 2010: Pookie (8 1/2 years), with a fleece throw blanket draped over his shoulders, declared to Danny and me (as we were sitting on the living room floor changing diapers),
"I am a magical wizard!"
Danny said, "Oh good. Why don't you use your magic powers to clean up this room?"
"I can't do that. But I can disappear!"
And he did.
April 29, 2010: Pookie was rummaging around in his dark room last night looking for a couple items I asked him to get. Danny happened to walk by at the time and they shared this little exchange:
Pookie (8 years): It's so dark in here. I wish I had a carrot.
Danny: A carrot?
Pookie: So I can see in the dark!
August 3, 2009: Gabbers (5 3/4 years) observing my silent tears as they were leaving my hospital room, stopped and said, "Don't worry Mommy. One day you will be able to live at our house again."
January 19, 2009: Bun (3 1/2 years) after falling down the basement steps while following me to laundry room, "I'm okay! I fell down, but I didn't turn into a skeleton! I'm okay! I'm not a Bun-bun skeleton! See Mommy?"
August 1, 2008: Gabbers (4 3/4 yrs) with tears in her eyes found me upstairs decluttering my closet, "Momma, Ariel turned back to a mermaid and didn't marry Prince Eric!"
Trying not to laugh and trying also to be understanding, I said, "I know Gabbers. I know the show. It gets better. Go see what happens."
July 13, 2008: Pookie (6 1/2 yrs), "Mosquitoes will suck your blood. Then they put a spot there that will make you itch!"
June 30, 2008: Gabbers (4 1/2 yrs) telling Danny, "Daddy, some bugs eat other bugs. I call those bugs, HERO BUGS!"
June 19, 2008: Gabbers (4 1/2 yrs): I am outside without shoes because I am not going anywhere. I have to watch out for bugs though. I don't want any bugs crawling on my socks or they will probably take some of my blood.
Bun (almost 3 yrs): Ah! I don't want bugs to eat me! (as he lifts his feet into the air - also shoeless)
Gabbers: Silly Bun. Bugs don't eat people. Only alligators eat people. Alligators eat people because people are meat and alligators eat meat. So alligators have to eat people because we are meat.
Bun wide-eyed not worried about bugs. Bun on the lookout for alligators that might be roaming through the yard.
June 2, 2008: I said to Danny, "Thank you for the popcorn, Honey." Danny said, "You're welcome." Then Bun (almost 3 yrs) said, "No, Mommy. Daddy not da honey. You da honey."
May 21, 2008: Today I bought my children cotton candy while at the zoo. Now that we’re home, they’re eating the rest of it.
Pookie (6 yrs.) telling Gabbers, "I think I’m having a meltdown. If you eat too much sugar, you have a meltdown." Gabbers (4 1/2 yrs), intrigued, "That’s what God said?" Pookie reply, "Probably. And I think I’m having a meltdown right now."
April 18, 2008: I (Nikki) was explaining some homonyms and their spellings to Pookie (6 yrs) while drinking a Mt. Dew for my migraine. I accidentally burped and he wrinkled up his nose and said, "Mommy, you smell like caffeine. ew."
April 14, 2008: Pookie (6 yrs) "What happens if a bee doesn't think bee-ish?" Gabbers (4 1/2 yrs) answering in a dontcha-know? sort of way, "They'll turn into a people!"
March 13, 2008: Gabbers (4 yrs), "We are not chocolate. But there is chocolate inside our bones because we ate it. The chocolate. "
March 12, 2008: (In regards to birthmarks) Pookie (6 yrs.) lamenting, "I wanted an angel kiss on my forehead." Gabbers (4 yrs.) joining in the lamenting, "I wanted an angel kiss on my bum." Mommy explaining, "You do have one on your bum. You're the only one with a bum angel kiss." *Big smile from Gabbers.*
March 3, 2008: Pookie (6 yrs.) explaining to me why he was trying to take a toy away from Bun (2 1/2 yrs), "He doesn't understand what I say. I said, 'It's not yours, it's mine. But all he heard was yours.'"
February 28, 2008: Pookie said right after accidentally kissing Gabbers on the lips, "Oh, I don't feel well. I think I'm going to throw up."
February 26, 2008: Bun (2 1/2 years) said to me, "Mommy, Mooly has love in him, huh? You fix my Mooly."
January 4, 2008: Pookie is very excitedly preparing for his pirate (family) birthday party. I overheard him explaining to Gabbers, "If I'm going to be captain. I've got to be scurvy and walk the plank." She replied, "Argh."
January 3, 2008: Bun (2 1/2 years) was searching through the snack cupboard.
Me: Bun, go sit at the table if you want pretzels.
Bun: Okay! (runs to the table crazy-happy-like) Hey, Pookie, you want pretzels?
Pookie (almost 6 years): No.
Bun: HEY POOKIE, YOU WANT PRETZELS?!
Pookie: I said NO, Bun. Bun (in authoritative voice): Hey, no talka me like that!
December 27, 2007: Gabbers came down the stairs with much concern furrowed into her brow and said, "Momma, Bun just turned on the nudifier!" So, I had her repeat a few times, "hyoo-mid-uh-fahy-er."
November 6, 2007: Pookie & Gabbers were shopping with me in the shampoo aisle at Wal-Mart tonight with Danny a couple aisles away with Ham & Bun. Pookie said, "Mommy, it's boring shopping with you. But I still love you," and gave me a big hug.
November 6, 2007: 5 1/2 yr. old Pookie trying yet again to reach the light to the basement, "I can't reach the light." Helpful 4 yr. old Gabbers replies, "Stand on your tip-toes!" Pookie responds, "I did! That's how high my tip-toes go."
October 20, 2007: 5 1/2 yr. old Pookie (observing Danny's receding hairline): "Daddy, why did Heavenly Father and Jesus make your hair look like horns?"
October 18, 2007: (3 days away from 4 yrs.) Gabbers to Danny about the honey chicken wings: "Don’t eat the bones!" Danny: "Why not?" Gabbers: "They’re very not good for our bodies. We already have good bones in our body!"
October 5, 2007: (3 yrs. 11 months) Gabbers mentioned to me about 7 p.m. tonight, "Momma, it's bedtime!" I said, "I know, but we have friends over for a special night. So we'll go to bed later."An hour later, after the kid movie was over, Pookie says, "I'm going to look outside. Oh! It's dark outside." Gabbers says, "I know Pookie! It's because it's bedtime. I've been telling Momma now for FOUR YEARS!"
September 26, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs. 11 months) said, "Momma, babies don't like to be incognito. Cuz then they could stop breathing.
September 7, 2007: Gabbers (3 1/2 yrs.) with her hands on her hips, "Bun! (2 yrs.) You are being un-obedient!"
August 19, 2007: Pookie (5 1/2 yrs.): "Hey Gabbers, that's my slipper!" Gabbers (3 1/2 yrs.): "But I am borrowing it Pookie." Pookie, after a short pause: "But you are done borrowing it." Gabbers: "Oh," (pause) "Well, what are we waiting for?" Promptly takes off slipper and hands it to Pookie.
August 12, 2007: Pookie (5 1/2 yrs.) asking Gabbers (3 1/2 yrs.), "How do you spell BAD Gabbers?" Gabbers responding, "B-A-D." Pookie surprised, "How do you KNOW these things Gabbers?!"
July 28, 2007: Pookie (5 1/2 yrs.) inquiring sincerely, "Mommy, now it's Bun's (second) birthday, why isn't he talking yet?"
June 19, 2007: Bun (22 months) asking sweetly right before bed, "Mommy, I need a dwink." Me responding, "You need a drink, huh?" Bun: "A dwink." Me: "Okay, after I finish folding these clothes." "No! Mommy, (pausing for effect and holding up one finger) One . . . Two . . . Fwee!"
June 7, 2007: Bun (22 months) spotted me eating a Snickerdoodle cookie and had to have one. After one bite he broke the rest into small pieces, tossed it on the floor and said sternly (to the cookie bits), "Settle down boys!"
May 29, 2007: In the bathroom at AppleBee's after washing (22 month old) Bun's hands and face he noticed the background music when I turned the water off. Bun started dancing around and said, "Check it out! It musak!"
May 2, 2007: On the way to the doctor for coughs and runny noses Gabbers (3 1/2 yrs.) exclaims, "We will get a lollipop if we get shot." Danny responds, "I think this doctor gives out stickers." Gabbers elated, "That's great! That's very kind of the doctors!"
April 12, 2007: Not sure what I was overhearing, but Pookie (5 yrs.) said to Gabbers (3 yrs.), "I'm not like other Pookies."
April 10, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.) observing that Bun (20 months) was climbing out of his playpen, “Oh no! Baby’s going to fall on his head!” Then after Bun safely climbed out and landed on the couch Pookie said all flustered, “Oh… lizard blizzard!”
April 10, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) was playing the higher notes on the piano and singing, “If you like to sing . . . I love my family. . .” Bun (20 months) came up to her and said, “What? What?! What dat cwazy song?”
April 7, 2007: While Pookie (5 yrs.) and Gabbers (3 yrs.) were watching the morphing mommy-belly wiggle and kick, Pookie says, "Mommy, how does the baby come out of your tummy?" Gabbers quickly responds, "Pookie, the baby just pops out!"
March 22, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) noticing I braided my hair, "Mommy! What did you do to your hair?! It looks like a rope!"
March 22, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) sharing a joke with Bun (19 1/2 months), "Knock-knock baby." Bun playing along, "Who's dere?" Gabbers, "Chair." Bun looking bewildered and then finally replies, "Dat's funny."
March 19, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.) explaining to Gabbers (3 yrs.), "They're taking our trash away." Gabbers, "Why?" Pookie, "Because we used it up. See, they're putting it in there." Gabbers, "Why?" Pookie, "That's where it goes." Gabbers, "It makes me mad."
March 17, 2007: I asked Gabbers (3 yrs.), "What are you and Bun (19 1/2 months) eating and drooling all over?" Gabbers responded, "Oh, it's just cold Hot Tamales. Cuz they are yummy." Danny translated, "Mike & Ikes."
March 9, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.), standing as tall as possible, says, “Gabbers, come here and we’ll see how big you are.” Gabbers (3 yrs.) responds, “Oh, I’m just little.” Pookie outraged, “Gabbers! Don’t say that! You’re medium-sized!”
March 8, 2007: Interviewing Gabbers (3 yrs.) for our spotlight program in primary (at church) I asked, "Gabbers, what do you want to be when you grow up?" Gabbers said, "A kitty." Okay. "Gabbers what is your favorite Bible or Book of Mormon story?" Gabbers said, "The carrot. Or maybe the lion's den." Too many Veggietales?
March 5, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.) chasing Gabbers (3 yrs.) around the couch in circles, “Gabbers, Gabbers! Now I’m God and you have to follow in my footsteps.”
March 2, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) begging, “Mommy, can I please see the wittle baby in your tummy? I pwomise I will be very careful. Oh please!”
March 1, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) counting for hide-and-seek, “12, 13, 14, 17,” and Pookie (5 yrs.) interrupts, “That’s not how you count!” Gabbers responds, “But why?” Pookie answers, “Because . . . uh, you start at one!”
February 27, 2007: Evaluator at school assessing Gabbers (3 yrs.) for speech delays, “Gabbers, where do cows live?” Gabbers responded in a don’t-you-know sort of way, “In California!”
February 26, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) and Pookie (5 yrs.) climbed into my bed with me with a couple books after they woke up from their naps. Gabbers turned to me and said, “Momma, I will grow up big into a mommy and Pookie will grow up big into a daddy, and Bun will grow up big into a daddy, and you will grow little into a Gabbers. Okay?”
February 21, 2007: After spinning around and around in little circles with her arms out to her side, Gabbers (3 yrs.) said, “I’m turning into a butterpwy. But I can’t pwy without my wings!”
February 19, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) is sitting in highchair coloring and Pookie (5 yrs.) is standing next to her (at highchair) coloring as well. Danny and I overhear Gabbers say, “Pookie. Look at my face! Do I look happy? Well I’m not. I’m mad! Gimme back my cwayon!”
February 17, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) to Pookie (5 yrs.) at dining table right after being served pizza, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Pookie?” Hmm…
February 7, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) explaining where her toast went, "I ate my toast. It’s in my tummy. But I can’t see my toast because it’s very dark in my mouth."
February 6, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.)begging desperately, "Mommy, can you please find me a banana? Because I really want some potassium!"
February 1, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.), listening to the record Camptown Races on toy record player, “Mommy, I’m playing Doo-Dah Day!”
January 31, 2007: Gabbers (3 yrs.) waving her hand slowly in front of my face, "Open da Mommy Store." After the "force" not working, she tries again, "Da Mommy Store is open!" And no, she has never seen Star Wars.
January 24, 2007: Pookie (5 yrs.) lamenting to Mommy, "I will be sad when I die and go to heaven and I can’t take Fuzzy, my pillow, and blue blankey with me."
January 23, 2007: Cashier at the commissary glancing at children, and then at the pregnant belly, "Are they ALL yours?"
June 15, 2005: Gabbers (20 months) threw all her raisins and banana slices on the floor and looked at me and said, "Oh, Gabbers! What you do?"
June 12, 2005: I was drying (3 1/2 yr. old) Pookie's hair really fast with his towel and he goes, "Mommy! Stop drying me in your dangerous way!"
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Oatmeal with raisins! Kiddie Kwip
We've had a lot of oatmeal this past week due to an unexpected blessing in our food storage. All the kids down to the twins love it. I'm sure Peach will too when she has solid food one day.
Pookie is kind of getting a little disenchanted with oatmeal everyday. Sometimes twice a day. With the exception of Bun, they all LOVE raisins in their oatmeal.
And with just as much enthusiasm he requested, "Oatmeal with raisins!"
While we were setting the table and singing all the birthday songs we know to Hammy,
Bun said, "Mommy, our carpet looks like oatmeal!"
and Gabbers quickly quipped, "Yeah, it's the color of oatmeal and the black spots are the raisins!"
gross.
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Pookie is kind of getting a little disenchanted with oatmeal everyday. Sometimes twice a day. With the exception of Bun, they all LOVE raisins in their oatmeal.
Picture from here.
Friday morning we had oatmeal again. It was Hammy's birthday. I told him excitedly, "Hammy, since it's your birthday, you get to pick what we'll have for breakfast!"
And with just as much enthusiasm he requested, "Oatmeal with raisins!"
While we were setting the table and singing all the birthday songs we know to Hammy,
Bun said, "Mommy, our carpet looks like oatmeal!"
and Gabbers quickly quipped, "Yeah, it's the color of oatmeal and the black spots are the raisins!"
gross.
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Saturday, April 16, 2011
Kiddie Kwip Whispers
I was laying down on my bed with my laptop on my lapdesk in front of me. I had been researching some things before falling asleep.
Hammy (3 years 11 months) came in and asked in his usual Hammy volume and excitement, "Mommy! What show are you watching?"
I groggily replied, "hmm? Oh, I'm not watching a show. I'm napping."
Hammy, now much wiser, whispered, "Mommy, what show are you watching?"
Hammy (3 years 11 months) came in and asked in his usual Hammy volume and excitement, "Mommy! What show are you watching?"
I groggily replied, "hmm? Oh, I'm not watching a show. I'm napping."
Hammy, now much wiser, whispered, "Mommy, what show are you watching?"
Saturday, February 05, 2011
I just heard the funniest thing. Let me set it up for you.
I'm sitting at Danny's laptop with my back to the boys who are watching Pookie take his turn on The World of Goo at the "school computer", while I'm reading my friend's post about external links opening in a new window, when I hear the following conversation between my 3 1/2 year old and my 5 year old:
Hammy: Why the babies (twins-- who happen to still be in their highchairs from breakfast) are sleeping?
Bun: They are little guys who need lots of sleep to grow.
Hammy: To grow up?
Bun: Yes, babies need to sleep more than us to grow tall.
Hammy: And Daddy sleeps too. (he is sleeping off a sinus infection right now)
Bun: Yes.
Hammy: Daddy sleeps to grow taller too?
Bun: No, we grow more taller, Daddy grows more this way (hands out at sides spreading out wider), and Mommy grows . . . *hesitant pause*. . . more beautiful every day!
Friday, February 04, 2011
7 out of 10 dentists don't have 7 children under 10
Nothing starts off the day like minty wintergreen toothpaste. I was in the laundry room shortly before 8 a.m. and smelled the refreshing smell of minty wintergreen toothpaste.
"Aaah. That is a pleasant smell," I smiled to myself as I unloaded a warm load of clothes from the drier. It didn't take more than a moment's notice before that pleasant thought quickly changed to fear.
Why does my laundry smell like minty wintergreen toothpaste??
I peeled the baby sock from the drier, chucked it in the trash and announced perhaps with a little too much glee, "I am sorry to inform you that all children will no longer be allowed gum. I found some in the drier and that is not a good place for it to be."
I was met with a chorus of, "I didn't put gum in the drier!"
"Well, of course you didn't," I responded. "But someone maybe dropped their gum in the dirty laundry basket while they were changing, or put it in their pocket, or spit it in the dirty clothes, but somehow, someone's gum made it through the washer and into the drier. So no one under the age of 10 will be allowed gum from now on."
"Phew. That's less than a year for me," Pookie replied.
Saturday, January 08, 2011
Kiddie Kwip #65
Hammy (3 1/2 years): Where's Bun?
Nikki: Bun had to take a nap.
Hammy: Why?
Nikki: It's naptime. You can take a nap too.
Hammy: Why I need to take a nap?
Nikki: It helps you be happy and calm.
Hammy: Why?
Nikki: So you're not crazy and naughty.
Hammy: How 'bout I just say "sorry?"
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Nikki: Bun had to take a nap.
Hammy: Why?
Nikki: It's naptime. You can take a nap too.
Hammy: Why I need to take a nap?
Nikki: It helps you be happy and calm.
Hammy: Why?
Nikki: So you're not crazy and naughty.
Hammy: How 'bout I just say "sorry?"
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Monday, August 16, 2010
My kids lick shiny things -- still.
So, y'all know we recently came back from vacation. Just before the vacation I switched the babies from their infant car seats into convertible carseats (still rear-facing of course). This made it possible to squeeze Hammy and the twins into the first bench together in the van.
The down side to switching from their infant seats is we couldn't use our double stroller that infant seats pop into. We also couldn't just set their infant seats directly into shopping carts. And we basically told them in church, "You are no longer strapped and trapped. Feel free to seek and destroy while we try to listen reverently in Sunday School."
In case you were wondering, or haven't been with me for at least the last two years, these babies, like their four older siblings, ALSO love to lick shiny things. It's one of those pesky little habits they picked up in line while waiting to be born. "Ahh you are going to Nikki and Danny. Here's a freebie."
So now, we are experiencing a virulent case of Rotavirus here in Pookieville.
All this to prep you for the latest Kiddie Kwip, brought to you by Bun, the recently turned five year old. You can send your thanks in the form of Quilted Northern.
Bun 5 years: "Daddy, I have good news for you! This time when I had a lot of poop you don't have to plunge the toilet. I did enough flushes to get ALL the toilet paper down."
The down side to switching from their infant seats is we couldn't use our double stroller that infant seats pop into. We also couldn't just set their infant seats directly into shopping carts. And we basically told them in church, "You are no longer strapped and trapped. Feel free to seek and destroy while we try to listen reverently in Sunday School."
In case you were wondering, or haven't been with me for at least the last two years, these babies, like their four older siblings, ALSO love to lick shiny things. It's one of those pesky little habits they picked up in line while waiting to be born. "Ahh you are going to Nikki and Danny. Here's a freebie."
So now, we are experiencing a virulent case of Rotavirus here in Pookieville.
All this to prep you for the latest Kiddie Kwip, brought to you by Bun, the recently turned five year old. You can send your thanks in the form of Quilted Northern.
Bun 5 years: "Daddy, I have good news for you! This time when I had a lot of poop you don't have to plunge the toilet. I did enough flushes to get ALL the toilet paper down."
Monday, July 19, 2010
Magic has its limits too, you know.
Pookie, with a fleece throw blanket draped over his shoulders, declared to Danny and me (as we were sitting on the living room floor changing diapers),
"I am a magical wizard!"
Danny said, "Oh good. Why don't you use your magic powers to clean up this room?"
"I can't do that. But I can disappear!"
And he did.
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Wednesday, June 16, 2010
If the poo fits . . .
Bun came in from playing at the playground to tattle on Pookie and we had this exchange:
"Mommy, Pookie took my bike and I wanted to use it!"
"Oh, I'm sorry he took your bike. Do you want to ride your scooter instead?" I suggested.
"No. I want to ride my bike not my scooter," he insisted.
Me detecting something not-so-fresh, "Bun, did you have an accident?"
*shifty eyes*
"Mommy, before I answer that, I have a question."
"Oh?" knowing full-well now what the answer is.
"If I did poop in my pants, would I be done?" (meaning done for the day playing outside).
HAHAHAHA! little stinker.
I give him points for cleverness.
I made him clean it all up by himself so he could go back out and play.
"Mommy, Pookie took my bike and I wanted to use it!"
"Oh, I'm sorry he took your bike. Do you want to ride your scooter instead?" I suggested.
"No. I want to ride my bike not my scooter," he insisted.
Me detecting something not-so-fresh, "Bun, did you have an accident?"
*shifty eyes*
"Mommy, before I answer that, I have a question."
"Oh?" knowing full-well now what the answer is.
"If I did poop in my pants, would I be done?" (meaning done for the day playing outside).
HAHAHAHA! little stinker.
I give him points for cleverness.
I made him clean it all up by himself so he could go back out and play.
Saturday, May 01, 2010
Overhead in the van on the way home from school . . .
Gabbers: It controls your body.
Bun: I don't want a skeleton to control my body!
Gabbers: You can't feel it. It just does.
Bun: not mine.
Gabbers: Yes everybody's!
Me interjecting: Bun, it's not like a creepy skeleton is taking over you. Your skeleton is just what your bones are called.
Bun: hmm.
Bun: I don't want a skeleton to control my body!
Gabbers: You can't feel it. It just does.
Bun: not mine.
Gabbers: Yes everybody's!
Me interjecting: Bun, it's not like a creepy skeleton is taking over you. Your skeleton is just what your bones are called.
Bun: hmm.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Who needs a flashlight anyway?
Pookie was rummaging around in his dark room last night looking for a couple items I asked him to get. Danny happened to walk by at the time and they shared this little exchange:
Pookie (8 years): It's so dark in here. I wish I had a carrot.
Danny: A carrot?
Pookie: So I can see in the dark!
Pookie (8 years): It's so dark in here. I wish I had a carrot.
Danny: A carrot?
Pookie: So I can see in the dark!
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Moldy old age of 6.
"Look Mommy! I'm a little mold spot."
That's what Gabbers said to me last night after putting on one of Danny's old shirts as a nightshirt. So I couldn't resist posting it and taking a picture too. It's a freebie. I rarely plan Saturday posts. You're welcome.
Monday, February 08, 2010
Death by Cheese
Sometimes I'm pretty sure the kids aren't paying attention while we're reading scriptures and having gospel lessons like during Family Home Evening. Shocker I know. I have felt inspired to have mini-Family Home Evenings throughout the week on occasion. Mostly, in the evenings we have a hymn or Primary song (or three), scripture prayer, scriptures, family prayer (on our knees), and then our family cheer (I got that from you Ali. 1,2,3, We are a happy family! Yeah!!) Occasionally, we have an extra discussion or activity related to what we're talking about in the scriptures and answer questions. Well, we always try to answer questions-- but those times seem to prompt more questions. But the nights when we are struggling to just make it through the scriptures and get them to bed, I am always surprised to find out later they were indeed listening.
A few weeks ago they were giggling about how we do not pray on top of towers with our arms outstretched to the heavens reciting the same prayer. That causes giggles whenever they think about it.
Once Pookie (who was maybe five years old and very upset about a discipline) told me to go to outer darkness. Admittedly it hurt, but secretly I was pleased that he was listening to the lesson in FHE the previous Monday.
Anyways, just recently we read Alma Chapter 36. It was one of those less-than-reverent gatherings. I had to stop repeatedly to ask children if they remember how to be reverent, remind them where their bums go, have them put away other books that aren't scripture, stay in the family room, etc. There was no question about it. Nothing was sinking in. Verse 18 ends with the phrase, "and am encircled about by the everlasting chains of death." Pookie interrupted, "Daddy, what is the cheese of death?"
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Kiddie Kwip: Heavenly Father's house
A couple Sundays ago, we met in a different building for church than we normally do. It was still an LDS chapel, just half-way across town. Our chapel was all set up for a Creche and Choir festival for that evening. As we were getting ready for Sacrament Meeting, I reminded the children to be reverent.
Nikki: Who’s house are we in?
Pookie: Heavenly Father’s.
Bun: I didn’t know Heavenly Father had TWO houses!
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