• G when he got sick with a stomach bug last week:  ”Daddy go to store and buy me a new belly.”
• G at the doctor’s office that same day, when the doctor asked him to open his mouth really wide so she could see the dinosaurs in the back of his throat, pointing at his belly he said:  ”No dinosaurs in here.”  So serious, too.
• G, same stomach bug:  ”Mommy, need band-aid for my belly.”  (More specifically, a Spider-man band-aid.)
• “Good tell me.”  G says this to me each time I explain something to him and answer his question or give him instructions.  Not sure where he got this from, but it sure is cute.
• Going to get haircuts for the kids, G says to S:  ”S, get haircut and look pretty like a princess like Mommy?”  Oh yes, he got major bonus points for that one.  
• S after falling or dropping something, grins and says:  ”Crash!”
• S when she wants G to play Pac-Man:  ”Play Pat-Mam?”

• “Gosh, Daddy, you kill me!”  G said this after our repeated attempts to get him in the house when we were playing outside.
• “I’m not a baby, I’m a boy!”  G corrected me the other day.  My term of endearment for both kids is “baby” and he suddenly corrected me.  Oh my…there went my heart…
• I told G I would play on the computer with him if he took one bit of his dinner (pot roast and rice).  He came to the table and put one grain of rice on his spoon and took a bite and grinned triumphantly at me.  
• We shook our heads “no” behind fits of laughter and his next attempts were to add a few more grains of rice.
• G crying:  “I want big and strong like Daddy!”  We had told G that if he went to sleep at naptime he would grow up to be big and strong like Daddy, that he grows when he sleeps. He woke up crying because he apparently thought he would wake up Big and Strong Like Daddy.  We giggled while comforting him.

Just some funny things the kids have said lately…I like to write them here to not only share them but to record them for my own keeping.  I do not like to handwrite a journal, this blog is really my journal. 

• “Let’s shake milk!”  S said this and G followed up when we told them we would stop for milkshakes.  Uh, no, honey, that’s milkshakes – we’re going to get milkshakes!
• “Whoa!  That’s soooo coooool!” From G when Chris opened his own birthday present from his parents – the next expansion pack to his World of Warcraft online video game.   G doesn’t even really know what it is.
•  “Mommy, G really, really toot toot!”  G giggled this when he was particularly gassy one afternoon.  He kept tooting and he kept remembering to say excuse me (making this momma proud) then it dawned on him that it was happening quite frequnetly and he looked up and said that to me.  I nearly fell over laughing.
• “Sock, sock, sock, sock!”  I hung up the stockings with care (no mantle this year – its now gone!) on the wall behind the tree and excitedly asked G what he thought about them.  That was his response.  Such a classic, logical male response to stating the obvious.  I couldn’t help but laugh.  He is definitely his father’s son.

What do these three things have in common?  Our Thanksgiving week, of course.     We traveled first to my brother’s house where we celebrated S’s two-year birthday.  Nana and Pa and Aunt Judy surprised everyone by showing up hours earlier than expected on Sunday morning at 7:30am!  Pa drove through the night.  S enjoyed her balloons way more than the actual party and G and my nieces actually unwrapped her presents for her after she recovered from the apparent trauma of being sung to.  S is not so fond of being the center of attention, including birthday parties, apparently. 

On Monday morning, we jumped in the car again and drove to the other set of grandparents’ house where there was more adventures to be had with their cousin A …

Grandma and Grandpa had built a puppet theater and bought puppets.  The kids had a ball!  S still asks for cookie monster (aka Daddy) and they learned great lessons on sharing and how to dance and sing to “Wheels on the Bus.”  Trust me, I know.  All of Publix (local grocery store) heard me sing it all through our shopping trip yesterday morning.

Granddaddy owns two lawn tractors.  The biggest thrill of the trip was to hook up the little wagon-thingy and go for a ride on the “tractor.”  G and S even got to take turns driving. 

Of course, Mommy had to have a turn.  You can take the girl out of Kentucky, but you can’t take the Kentucky of the girl.

There was more fun to be had with remote control cars from Grandma and Granddaddy, purses and dinosaurs from Nana and Pa, decorating gingerbread cookie trees with Aunt Kara, and generally wreaking havoc as only preschoolers can do. 

We’re still recuperating.

Love to all!