Monday, January 24, 2011

Holy Matrimony, Batman!

Heard randomly from the chaos enveloping the house:

"I haven't killed my husband yet, Riley!"

Savvy, age 7

Something about grapes ...

This little gem is from Brooke, age 3:

"Grapes don't poop their pants."

Words to live by. 

Saturday, January 22, 2011

New Hat

When asked why she was wearing (clean) panties on her head, Brooke replied, "Cause I can see well, Mama."

New Shoes

"I like my new slippers, Mommy.  They're toe shoes."

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Full Moon

"Mom, can I go outside and howl at the moon tonight?  My teacher told me to."

Savvy, age 7

Voices in My Head

"Girls, we don't use hurtful words like stupid when we talk to each other.  We use kind words," I explained for the millionth time.

Riley replied, "We didn't say stupid.  Maybe you just said it in your head and thought we said it out loud."



Age 9

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Appreciated, Finally

"Thank you, Mommy, for my spanking.  Thank you."


Brooke, age 3

Friday, January 14, 2011

What the ... ?

"Brooke, do you want a fruit snack?" I asked.

"What?!  You didn't say no?!  What the HECK, Mom?!"  she replied.



Age 3

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Eyeballs

"I have eyeballs in my eyes, Mama ... and they're lookin' at me."


Brooke, while taking a bath tonight

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Got Pizza?

Because Isaac doesn't talk so much -- mostly just grunts, points and screams -- you kind of have to catch him in the act to really understand his adventurous personality.

Disclaimer:  The Boy was supervised during the majority of the "photo shoot".  This is what happens when a 13-month old boy really loves pizza.  Not much stands in his way.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Mystery

Fed up, I growl at the children, "When I am on the phone, I expect there to be peace and quiet in this house."

To which Brooke asks, "Peace and quiet?  What is that?"

Yeah, I feel the same way.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Plans

"I know what I'm going to do while Megan's here," Riley said.  "Oh, yeah, what's that?" I replied.  

"Well, it involves some candles, a blender, and a trashcan."

No further details provided, so use your imagination.  That's what's scary.