Better late than never, right?
Sean: I did my homework while I was going to the bathroom because that's the only place to get any peace and quiet.
(a sad truth at our house, but at least he figured it out young.)
With the birthday money she got from her grandparents and great-grandparents, Daphne bought a horse for her generation doll. When Sydney saw the horse she said, "Oh! That horse looks like it's MY horse!"
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| Daphne's horse |
Sydney: Mom, you have pretty eyes.
Me: Thanks! I think your eyes are very pretty too!
Sydney: No, my eyes are beautiful. Your eyes are pretty and my eyes are beautiful
Hayden: I have crusheth on two girlth. One of them ith too old for me and the other one doethn't want to marry me!
Daphne: How do we get invited to sing in church?
(I told our ward music chairman that my Dallin & Daphne would love to sing a song in church. So they were invited to sing and did a beautiful job. Lots of people told me that they loved their song, but apparently they didn't tell Dallin because here's what he said after church that day:)
Dallin: I was kind of shocked that no one in primary told us that we did a good job.
Daphne: I need a tums because I'm having a heartburn
Dallin: Who invented homework?
Arthur: I don't know but when we get to heaven, I'm gonna beat him up.
Dallin: Are you sure he'll be in heaven?
Sydney: (singing after preschool) The diapers on the bus go squish, squish, squish.
(I think she meant wipers that go swish swish swish.)
Arthur has been winning the gray hair competition handily for awhile. But recently, my gray hair is sprouting out faster than I can pluck them out. I was lamenting about this and said,
"It doesn't matter how much gray hair you have. When guys have gray hair, they look distinguished.
But when girls have gray hair--"
Daphne: "They just look OLD!"
Sydney: He's MY brother baby.
Dallin: (After Sean's bday party with a bunch of crazy little boys over here.) When I'm an adult, I don't think I'll do birthday parties for my kids.
Hayden: Mom! It turnth out that I love to read! The only problem ith I don't actually know HOW to read yet.
Sydney: (to her Barbie) Ugh. You're maked? (naked) Why are you maked?!?
Sydney: (crying) Mom, I don't have no binky to sleep with.
Me: How to do you feel about that?
Sydney: It's harder.
Me: I know sweetie, but I you are a big girl, and I know you can do it.
Sydney: okay.
Hayden: There'th a big thpider upthtairth!
Sydney: (face lights up with a brilliant plan) I know! I can smash it with my glass slipper!
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| Sydney's glass slippers |
At choir practice, one of the young women was holding Bennett. Sydney approached her and said, "Brook-a-lyn (she breaks Brooklyn's name into three syllables) Can I have that baby?"
Hayden to Sydney: Thydney! You are NOT the queen of the world!
Sydney: Our house is good. We have a table, and we have Lincoln Logs . . .
Hayden: I'm worried about thomething.
Me: What are you worried about.
Hayden: I'm worried that when I'm an adult, I won't know what to do with my children.
Family Home Evening discussion on the Holy Ghost.
Me: You can pray and ask Heavenly Father if He's real, and the Holy Ghost will help you know that He is real.
Sean: Why would I ask that question? I already know that He's real.
Me: Sydney! Why did you do that?
Sydney: I go sit on the dryer.
Sydney: Bennett garfed on me!
Daphne: Hayden, why did you throw that away? Dig it out!
Hayden: I'm not gonna dig it out of the garbage.
Daphne: Why not? I do it all the time.
Hayden: Everyone ith different.