Thursday, May 5, 2011

He he

Ben: My knees are very strong, but I can't stand on my head yet.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

More Conversations...

The other night while putting Jack to bed:
Jack: Mommy, I luh you toooow mush!
=-)

Today
Ben: When I get big, I want to do Science.
Me: That's great. I think you'll be really good at it.
Ben: But I don't like money.
Me: You don't like money? Why not?
Ben: Well I just want to help people. I don't want money.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Quick Note...

Emma's 3rd tooth: March 29th (bottom left lateral)

Also, as of today, April 13th we are officially saying Emma is crawling. She has been crawling a little bit here and there, but she is going in longer stretches now.

Jack and Emma seem to have colds, or else we all just have really bad allergies. Ben has it too but is refusing medicine, so he must not be that bad.

Registering Ben for kindergarten tomorrow!

Jack's expressions lately: "Oh Man", "Oh Boy", "Oh Lord", "Of Course", "Not Exactly".

Friday, April 8, 2011

On Dogs...

Ben: Could I hug dogs?
Me: It depends on what their owners say and if they're friendly.
Ben: If they're not friendly, I will bring them in the house and take their blood pressure.
Me: And what will that do?
Ben: That wiiiiillllll... give them more blood. And then I could hug them.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Silliness

Jack put one of the little toy basket things on his head.
Me: Oooh, that's a nice hat!
Jack: No. I robot!
(takes toy crate off his head)
Jack: Hi Mommy!
Me: Hi robot boy!
Jack: Noooooo, I Jackie!
Ben: Mommy, will you get my food ready?
Me: Yes, honey. As soon as I finish cutting Jack's fingernails.
Ben: You've got to be kiddin' me.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

More Funny Ben

Ben: That tastes kinda grahamin.
Me: Grahamin?
Ben: Yeah. GRAHMin.
Me: What does that mean?
Ben: It means I kinda like it, but I kinda don't. Isn't that a funny name?

Friday, March 11, 2011

Ben: I'm a Doctor. Let me take a look at your back.
(pats my back). Mmm Hmmm. It's damaged. That means you're old.
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Ben: Mommy, Emma scratched me.
Me: Sorry honey. I don't think she means to scratch you.
Ben: Maybe she wants me to die.