Birthday Anticipation

"I can't believe my birthday is right after God's!" said DD4 of her February birthday.

Little Theologian

"If you wanna know anything about God, ask me. I know everything!" said DD4

Bilingual

Yesterday DD4 informed her class that she speaks Butterfly AND Alien Spanish. I wonder what she'll share today.

Daddy's Birthday

DS8: "I guess Daddy's not so excited about his birthday cuz once you get to be his age, your life's almost over." 

I think I'll go ahead and cross Hallmark off the list of potential future employers.

Who Is That?

"Do you ever look in the mirror and think, 'Whoa! That's me!'?"  said DD10

Inside a Diary

"My diary is more like a captian's log." -- DD10

Would You Rather...

DS8's question of the day: "Would you rather be eaten by an alligator or a shark?" 

Halloween Fun

DD4, running down the sidewalk, candy bag in hand, called back to me, "Mom, you should be a kid!"

Conversations With Breakfast

Upon slurping up the last of the milk left in her bowl after eating Cocoa Puffs this morning, DD3 exclaimed, "Chocolate Milk, you're the best!"

Christmas Carols

A page from DS8's Christmas Carols: "Can you make eye contact with what I can make eye contact with?"

Hot Off The Presses

DS decided to write a family newspaper. 

"So, Mom, is there anything interesting going on in your life?" 

Flattered he would do a feature on me, I answered, "Hmmmm.... let me thi..." 

"Oh, never mind," he interrupted. "I'll think of something." 

Apparently there was a deadline.

Bible Study

Now that DD10 is getting older, I'm much more concerned about the content of the books she's reading, so when she came to me with questions about a woman bleeding after having a baby, I was immediately on guard. 

"What book was that in?" I demanded, appalled. 

"The Bible," she replied. 

Darn Leviticus.

Shirking Responsibility

DS8 to DD4: "I bet you don't know how to put this bag in the trash can." 

DD4 (obstinately): "Yes, I can!" 

DD8: "Show me." 

And THAT'S how you get your little sister to do your chores for you.

Personal Space

DD4 has posted a sign at the foot of her bed: No big brothers, No big sisters, No Sophies. 

Apparently she needs some personal space.

Food Critic

"Don't get me wrong, Mom. It was a great meal. I just don't ever want you to make it again." 

Now how could I possibly get that wrong?

Fine Dining

"I will treasure this meal for the rest of my life," said DS8 while I cooked his frozen chicken nuggets. If only he was so easy to please in every aspect of life.

Church

"This church is like paradise on earth," said DS8 while balancing his pack of Starbursts and balloon in one hand and bright, green glow-stick and half-eaten M&M cookie in the other. 

Carpe Diem

"Mom," DS8 sighed as he hugged me this morning, "we really need to make the most out of every second, cuz today is the only August 28, 2009, we'll ever get!"

Future Aspirations

DS8 told us he wants to be a tourist when he grows up. That or a Lego engineer. 

Guess I wont count on him supporting me when I'm old.

Eavesdropping

"I wasn't eavesdropping, Mom. I was just listening to what you were saying on the phone."

Artistic Endeavors

"My goodness, that princess has big ears," I commented regarding DD4's latest princess drawing. 

"Oh, those aren't her ears," she corrected. "Those are puffed sleeves." 

Of course they are.

Earliest Memory

DS8 told me today he couldn't remember if it was black or red inside my tummy. Oh, to be inside his brain.

Scripture Modification

"Mom," DD4 asked while cleaning up her toys, "why do we have to listen to you?" 

"Well, the Bible says, 'Children obey your parents,'" I explained. 

"And parents listen to your kids," she amended.

Know-It-All

After asking me a series of questions to which I didn't know the answer, DS8 sighed in dismay. "So you don't know everything in the world?" 

I guess he was bound to find out sooner or later.

Trash Issues

DS8 just pointed to the overflowing trash can and said, "Man, when Dad gets home he really needs to take out the trash."

Clearly he has not taken ownership of the trash detail like I had hoped.

Jelly Fish

"Mom!" DS8 called frantically from his room. I rushed back, concern propelling me down the hall. "Are jelly fish made of snot or slime?" 

I think we need to work out a better system of communicating matters of urgency.