John Paul, kissing Elizabeth good night: I love you, Elizabeth!
Me, tired that the babies get all the love: Maybe you could kiss me and tell me you love me...
JP, kissing me and jumping up and down with excitement: You love me!!!
|See how excited?|
Cecilia, out of nowhere: A jawa in our HOUSE!
Me: Was there a jawa in our house?
Cecilia, giggling: Yeeeees!
Me: Where is the jawa?
Cecilia: Um, in da basement!
Me: What was it doing in the basement?
Cecilia: Um, it comed up da stairs.
Me: And then where did it go?
Cecilia: To da guest room!
Me: What did it do in the guest room?
Cecilia: Read books and take a nap! And it NOT be scawwy!
Cecilia, on the potty: I'm makin' a whole poop family!
|Wouldn't YOU be excited?|
Cecilia: Jesus gave da pewno (piano) book to John Paul and me!"
Me: ... Jesus gave it to you?
Cecilia: And John Paul!!!
I heard Cecilia wailing in bed at 6:20 AM and went in with Mary Claire to check on her...
Me: Cecilia, why were you crying?
Cecilia: Um... Because...
She sees Mary Claire and immediately perks up
Cecilia: I needed a BABY!!!
|Good thing Mary Claire's a good sport...|
Cecilia, about to dip some toilet paper in the dirty toilet water: I'm just cweanin' myself off!
Me: NO!!! We NEVER clean ourselves with water from the toilet. There's poop and pee in there and you do NOT want to wipe those on your crotch.
I flush the toilet with Cecilia still on it
Cecilia: NOW I may DWINK it!!!
(Yes, I have found her drinking from the toilet before. Thankfully it had been flushed recently...)
|Good thing she's cute, because she's pretty disgusting...|
It seems most of these gems are from Cecilia - lately John Paul has mostly been trying to learn to skip count by all the numbers from 1-20. He has them written down on a sheet of paper and takes it with him around the house singing them in order.
Because he's normal like that.
But lately he's been trying to make what are REALLY funny jokes to him, like this:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9... 100!!! uproarious laughter
So normal. Just SO normal.
John Paul, reading over my shoulder: What's "Oh-bam-a?" (rhyming with "pajama")
Me: He's our president.
John Paul: Who is he?
Me: The President of the United States.
John Paul: Oh. He's the 44th!
No surprise there, kid memorized the hand-me-down president placemat we have...
Cecilia, climbing into the crib with Mary Claire: May Cwaire, you want me to be your toy? And YOU bite ME!!!
|My most fashionable child. She picked out those pants and shirt and John Paul exclaimed, "OH! She MATCHES!"|
Andrew, pushing Cecilia on the swing: One, two, three... BUTT CRACK! (because her pants were falling down)
John Paul: I WANT A BUTT CRACK!
Cecilia: I! ANOTHER BUTT CWACK!!!
John Paul: May I please have a butt crack?
Cecilia: Another butt cwack!!!
John Paul: Mom is eating...?
John Paul: OH! I want some poop! May I pweez have some poop??? Wittle piece of poop? I want poop!!!
And there you have it. Please know that only a miniscule portion of our day is dedicated to talking about defecation. It just tends to be the funniest portion of our day...