Kid Convos

They are 8 and 5 for these exchanges.  Just typical of their interactions, one fights with her words, the other with her fists.

(actual photo.  Possibly their first fist fight.)


The younger one has the sharing bag, and is looking for something to put in it that starts with the letter N.

BG: You could bring in a nuisance.
LG: I don't HAVE a nuisance!
BG: Will you fit in the bag?

(punching)

LG (eating carrots): I'm serious!  It's yogurt, it's orange, and you eat it with your hands.
BG: Did you know that eating orange yogurt with your hands is a sign of low intelligence?  Besides, it shouldn't crunch like that.
LG: It's frozen yogurt!

(more punching)

Captured Moments

This would be the little girl at 2 1/2.

Always on the move, and sometimes referred to as "Babyzilla." 

The Naughty Pteranodon

I'm sure lots of children have imaginary friends.  My little girl's do all her naughty stuff for her.  This pteranodon used to spend a lot of time in time out, and finally had to stop going out in public with us at all.  The little girl once explained the whole circle of life to a poor woman stuck in the grocery line behind us, and another time he got pretty naughty in Target.

There we were, looking at toilet paper for the best prices.  I was figuring cost per square foot, stacking coupons, and doing all the fancy math required to be a coupon queen, and I wasn't really hearing his dialogue.  As always when he got an audience, the pteranodon chose that time to discuss in detail and with all the potty words he knew what exactly he was going to do with the toilet paper.  As the volume increased, I noticed there was someone else in the aisle with us, looking slightly amused and a little disturbed.

Here he is, after watching the Decorah Eagle cam far too much, tearing up a sheep to feed his babies.

Great Goals

The little girl's kindergarten goal sheet. This still makes me laugh.

You Can't Change Crap

As I change the focus of my blog, I fear I will have to allow people to know things about me that maybe I don't like to always admit.  The first one is going to come out eventually, so let's get it out of the way now.

Admission #1: I may have a bit of a potty mouth.  It was MUCH worse before I had children.  Once my older one got big enough to start repeating the stuff that came out of my mouth, I realized I needed to watch it.  Crap is a word I still use way too often.

So, there we were, riding along in our car.  The big girl was about five and the little girl was just over two years old.  All of a sudden, a keening reached our ears in the front.  We pulled over, thinking the big girl had been injured.  Finally calming her enough to get her to speak so we could understand her, she cried out, "you HAVE to change her diaper!  It smells sooooo bad."  Much retching and more wailing followed, so you could just barely hear the little girl pipe up from the back seat, "It's just crap.  You can't change crap."