Sunday, September 25, 2016

My Crazy Little People

It's that time again! Here's to our latest edition of Crazy/funny/sweet things my kids say.


COHAN:


Cohan is afraid of bath bubbles.
When he wants to impress someone, he stands for them.
He ate play dough, because... *shrugs*
He waves to his reflection in the mirror. 
When he's happy, he'll pat your chest.
He sings himself to sleep.
He gets jealous when I snuggle the other kids and bats at them.
He refuses baby food and cries to be near Mommy ALL THE TIME.
Everyone adores him. Even though he bites. Hard. (He loves biting Mommy.)

FISCHER:


Fischer wants to pick out his own clothes, and his shirts always have to have dinosaurs on them.
Every morning he tells me I'm pretty. "You pretty, Mommy."
One time in the bath he said: "Don't touch my bubbles or I won't eat it!"
When he wants to watch Dinosaur Train, he calls it "The Raw Raw Choo Choo."
Instead of 'quarter' he says, "Kit-ar." And instead of 'shovel' he says, "Double." IE. Can I have a double please?
Fischer calls his bears, "Beers." "I need brown beer!"
One time, I was cleaning the living room. Fischer was 'hepping' me. Craig walked in the door, apparently saw Fischer in the hall and asks him, "Why are you naked? And mopping?"
When we see the dinos at the museum, Fischer says, "No! No, don't get me!"
If he doesn't like something, "I don't wike it!"
Sometimes he'll sing for us. He closes his eyes and goes to the high notes, like a diva.
When Vash told Fischer he needed to eat healthy: "Bash, hush. I just want chocolate." (And yes, he calls him Bash.)
When I asked him what a horse was called: "That's a raw raw. With hair."
Computers are "pewters."
When we were at church and getting ready to sing: "You can sing with me. Use my finger." (He wanted me to point to the words, with his finger.)
One day, he cleaned Cohan's mess up for me. 
He randomly started calling Grandpa, "Bop."
Sometimes, he stroked Cohan's cheek and says, "Sweet baby."
Fischer peed in the tub once and when I asked him about it: "T. Rex peed in the bath!"
He thinks Minecraft is called "You Craft." (Get it? MINE craft?) As in, "You want to play minecraft?" "Yeah, you craft."
One time, Fischer waved good morning to me with his feet.
Fischer came down early from a nap once and said, "The kids woke me up."
Fischer insisted once that, "T. Rex do the yoga."
He thinks flowers are called "powers."
When I'm changing his diaper, he'll throw his upper body from side to side and ask, "This way? This way?"
As I was singing Vash a lullaby one night, Fischer tried to join in and even patted Vash's back.
I said, "Look at your cute dimple." Fischer looked around and said, "I don't see it."
Out of the blue: "I'm too cute."
He thinks pterodactyls are called, "Raw-raw-dactyl."
When we tell jokes, instead of saying 'knock knock,' Fisher says, "ding, ding."
When I get upset: "Why you mad, Mommy?"
He thinks the octopus is a "spider."
He thought Aunt Cookie's name was "Apple Cookie."
When he wants us to hold his stuffed animals: "Be soft my raw raw."
He bit cheese into a shape and called it a raw raw.
When we went to the movies, he asked to see "Where's Dory?"
When Cohan started walking, Fischer stood in front of him and said, "He walks to me!"
He calls fruit snacks, "Fruity cacks."
When he splashes in water: "I make it rain."
Fischer will tell me, "No, honey." And call me, "Mommy Goose."
Fischer will cry into his shirt and say, "I cry."
He likes asking for help and saying, "pay me" instead of 'play with me.'
I was making cookies from a giant tub of tough and Fischer says, "I want cookies. That's ice cream."
Fischer has a Raw Raw blanket. But... there's no dinosaurs on it.
He once held a dinosaur up and said, "It's a bite bite. It eat your face."
If I tell Rhyla she's a star, Fischer asks, "I'm a star?"
Once he said, "ewe goss." Instead of 'gross."
Once, I was in Fischer's bed and singing him goodnight. I said I love you. He says, "I lub you too. Get out of my bed."

RHYLA:


Rhyla will march around the house and sing "Follow the prophet."
She calls my contacts, "Eye tacks."
She insists her sheep, Baa Baa "has poison bites."
She says "thays" instead of them.
The first time she saw Vash in his all white Tae Kwon Do uniform, she asked, "Are those your baptizing clothes?"
I took the kids to a rib festival and Rhyla got excited because she thought I said, "ribbon" festival.
She once ate a fire stick (Slim Jim) wrapped in pepperoni.
When it's time to tuck Rhyla into bed, more than once, I have found her hiding in her clothes hamper. (The first time, I couldn't see her anywhere and when I called to her, she said, Pst. And I about died laughing when she popped out of her hamper.)
She thinks a nail file is called a "nail flosser."
She once told me I "glowed like an angel."
Sometimes, she calls Cohan, "MexiCohan."
When she's feeling poetic, she'll say, "Deeper than a sea of vanishing boats and ships."
When she realized her birthday was so close to Christmas: "I want my birthday to be holy."
One time, the kids were playing (who knows what) and I hear Rhyla yell, "Quick! Before the police get me!"
She once asked, "Is it because I love my foot so much?"
Instead of huge, she'll say something is "humantis."
When it rained, (and after watching a certain LDS.org video) Rhyla got mad at me when I told her to grab an umbrella because: "I want to stand in the shower of heavenly blessings."
How she thinks sight works: "You have to eat carrots to see."
Randomly: "Sometimes, I call it shampoo-poo."
She likes to pretend to be a baby doctor and gives her dolls check ups. 
Rhyla says, she's "not attached to princesses anymore."
When I asked if she and Vash were dancing: "Yeah, we're at target."
To the tune of "As I have loved you," Rhyla will sing, "It's just a puppet."
I once caught Rhyla trying to sit on the baby. The following conversation ensued: 
Me: What are you doing?
R: I was nesting him.
Me: What? No. Don't sit on the baby. If you want to help, put a blanket on him.
R: That's not the chicken way.

 VASH:


When he says something is his: "It's my own and personal (fill in the blank)." Now Rhyla says it too!
He thinks taquitos are called "torpedoes."
Job goals: "I want to learn how to carpen, so I can be a carpenter."
He once made dinner and set the table all by himself. 
Instead of helium, he says, "Flotium."
What I overheard him say to Fischer when they were building legos: "These are big boy structures. Need strength."
When he got very wet: "I am watered like a plant."
At the store, he uses his own chore money to buy candy bars for his siblings.
When Cohan first started crawling, Vash would set him down, turn away for a second and turn back, then get all surprised because the baby had crawled away. He'd say, "Cohan is a ghost baby!"
For Mother's Day, Vash cleaned the whole house and left me drawings everywhere. 
When Rhyla asked why Vash has money: "I'm a working man."
When he gets excited he'll do a "soldier victory march."
When he and the other kids are playing battle: "Battle it out!... Carefully."
The first time he tasted creole seasoning: "The spicy salt tastes good."
He got the other kids to say "All aboard the hug and kiss train." So now they chug their arms when they're coming in for hugs and kisses.
When something hurts him, he says its, "Oweriffic."
At The Chuck when he got a ton of tickets: "The magic ticket counter doesn't lie."
When we were reading green eggs and ham, he told the character: "You don't have to like them, you just have to try them."
After a big meal: "My stomach is so full it's going to explode like a firework!"
When you ask him to explain enchiladas: "It's chicken and a lot of soup."
Where he thinks chickens come from: "I'm going to plant some corn and get a chicken!"
After discussing our bodies in science one day, particularly the testicles, Vash's eyes lit up and he says, "Oh. That's what those are..."



Hope you enjoyed my kids madness. I know I do! Until next time:) 

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Pennsylvania is for Lovers (February)


So, I somehow lost two weeks worth of photos from this month. Yep. It's like the first two weeks of February just didn't happen and as an avid picture taker, I am so upset. On the other hand, at least it was only two weeks of pictures... I digress.


Fischer and Mine, Mine, before the little mouse was left at the Mall when all the kids outgrew their shoes and needed new footwear.


Tap costume.


Ballet costume. Doesn't she look like a delicious piece of cotton candy?


Acro. This is her Bond Girl outfit.


Mr. Faux-Hawk photobombing his little brother. (As a side note, he only wore the faux-hawk for a few weeks before deciding it was too much to keep up and cut it off.)


Grabby hands.


Our Star basketball player. True story: This kid got hit in the face with a ball during a game, caught said ball, threw it, and made a basket! His first and only one of the season, lol. He's decided to stick with soccer and karate instead.


This poor baby teethed for five months before finally getting his teeth. (Then he got five. All at once. Such a trooper.)


Senior Triple Chin.


Why no, I can't take enough pictures of my sleeping baby.


Or when he's awake either. I stinking love my kids, okay?


Fischer performs when he thinks no one is watching.


I just love his bright eyes. All the older men at church call him Mr. Happy, but this is the face he makes when Craig is around.


Fischer and I really enjoyed the activities at our Mommy and Me class. Who doesn't love an indoor tramp?


Isn't this grasshopper picture he made the cutest? This kid loves buggies.


He wasn't too sure about this tunnel..


Too many kids in the ball pit. 


He squealed like a piggy when the teacher started rolling him around in this. 


Making a frog "terrarium." With real dirt, too!


Smiling at me while I clean the kitchen. 


Little barefoot bear. 


Don't judge me. He's adorable. 


Bedtime Friend reading with Daddy. 

So, even though I lost the Valentine's pictures (sobs) and probably some other totally cute things (like when Rhyla and I got mani-pedis together and she had kitties on her thumbs), I still got some great shots of our love Month. There's nothing I love better than being a stay-at-home mom, spoiling my babies with stories and activities, and exploring the world together. My sweethearts are funny, keep me on my toes, and fill my days with laughter and sunshine. Oh, and I'm still in  love with my Valentine after all these years. That's a win, right?


Sunday, July 10, 2016

January 2016

January was cold. And dark. We made the best of it.



Vash was so proud that he could hold the baby and eat cake at the same time.


Potty Time!


Rhyla was Star Student at her preschool in January. Isn't her poster the best?


Someone is so sorry he tried to eat the marker.


"Mom, he wants to wear the hat."


Mr. Mischief and his "Mine, Mine." He actually stole that from the baby. We'd say, "That's baby Cohan's." He'd say, "No, it's Mine, Mine."


Chubby Bunny.


Back when his hair was still dark. I love how serious he seems.


Helping Mommy wash the dishes. He stood there for an hour or more, soaking everything in reach.


So happy for a turn on Brother's leapster.


Yo shorty, it's your birthday. (In preschool, that is.)


He's so happy to see me!


Dr. Fischer. (He's convinced his ears are called eyes, lol.)


Craft time.


Rhyla's butterfly: A tribute to Christmas. 


The pirate crab.


Fischer colored a dinosaur, of course.


Why no, there can't be too many pictures of a sleeping baby.


This is our curious face.


Chilling in the ottoman.


Basketball season! Vash actually got hit in the face with the ball, then threw it and made a goal. It was the shining moment of his season.


They think this is a nappy time place. I don't know why.


This is our coy face. 


Fischer and his truck full of animals. 


Braving the weather for outside time.


The Bugs peed all over these bean bags. Now I have to recover them, lol. 


Sorry, but not sorry. He's so peaceful.


Sick days mean movie days.


Vash and I went on a Mommy, Son date to get hibachi. Egg Roll!


Natural History museum day!


Fischer let Cohan have Mine, Mine for a minute. (Too bad we lost the toy some weeks later.)


This is where Fischer's obsession with Dinosaurs really took off.


Waiting for the thing to open it's mouth and get 'em.


Vash took notes about the exhibits.


Tired legs.


The older three got to pet a snake. 


We found a statue room!



My bed bugs.


The Hoodlum.


Vash built a house against the tree. 


Breakfast time fun.


Bedhead.


She's so sweet when she smiles. 


Boy time.


The new play area at the Monroeville mall. 


It's soooooo big!


This is one of my favorites.


Fischer watching Rhyla train her ninja.


Vash reading to the baby.


Can we have a fish?


Tired baby.


We melted down broken crayons and made lego crayons. They don't work as well but they're cute. 


Don't get lost, Fisch!


A neighbor paid Vash five dollars to snow-blow his driveway.


Another sick day. 


Cold weather gets us down.


Brother love.


He's always so alert. 


Except when he's asleep, lol. 


Write like Mommy.


Resting with her baby. 


Teething time. 


Fischer and I took a mommy and me class. He was pretty thrilled to find this guy here. 


Painting snow. 


Cutie pies. 


Doesn't he look so bright?


Floor time. 


Oh, yes. It begins. 


The bribes. 


Snow day. 


Cohan's unimpressed with Sea Base, lol. 


Giant Cupcake!


And he ate it all!


Eating is serious business. 


Too tired to pick up our head. 


Yeah, seven months later and he's still not trained, lol. 


Helpers. 


Look MA, I roll!



Daddy time!



I think we celebrated my birthday at some point in the month. I think.... That might have been something to do with the cupcakes. Can't remember, lol!