Sydney: I'm giving up on chasing. (She means chasing the boys at school during recess. Apparently it's a thing that she and her friends do.)
Me: Oh yeah? No more chasing, huh?
Sydney: Yeah, it just makes me too tired and uses up all my egernies. (energy)
One cold night Daphne and I were talking by the fire. We were talking about all kinds of things from crushes to mean kids to the Strength of Youth pamphlet. She currently has a crush on a boy who isn't Mormon. I told her I'm not really worried about that--crushes change pretty frequently and as long as she has crushes on nice boys, I'm not overly concerned that they be Mormon at this stage of the game. The conversation went on to other things and then near the end of the conversation she said, "Whoa. I think I don't really have a crush on 'so-n-so' anymore. How is that even possible? I was like completely obsessed with him at lunch time!"
Me: Bennett, it's time to get dressed. Would you like these clothes or these clothes?
Bennett: Um, no thank you. I can just wear . . . THESE! (holding up a clean pair of pajamas.)
Bennett's reaction to me putting the groceries in the cart: GREAT JOB, MOM!
Sean and Hayden on the day of their class valentine parties were writing anonymous love notes to their crushes. Hayden read me his: "Hazel, I think you are nice and funny and I have a crush on you. Love, 'Unknown.'" Sean refused to tell me what was in his love note saying, "Well, mine goes a little bit deeper." I said, "What did you say, Sean? Did you ask her to marry you??" He did not ask her to marry him, but still wouldn't tell me what his note said. They both planned to stealthily deliver their anonymous love notes sometime today in the confusion of the class party. We'll see if they have the guts to actually put their notes in their valentine's boxes.
Follow up: Hayden delivered his note. Sean did not. But Sean said this particular girl already knows he likes her anyway. So a note would be redundant.
Bennett: (about some recently acquired monster truck toys) These trucks are beautiful, right mom?
Sydney's first time skiing the other kids were complimenting her on what a great skier she was. Her response: "I know." The second time they told her that she said, "Thank you. . . . And I know."
Bennett: Can you open your tummy and get that baby out?
Me: Bennett! Today is your birthday! You turn 3 years old today! (holding up 3 fingers)
Bennett: No, I can't be free. I can only be 2. (holding up 2 fingers.)
Me: But you aren't two anymore--you are three! This many (showing him my fingers, and helping him hold up three fingers.)
Bennett: (painstakingly puts one finger back down) No, I am just two.
Daphne and Hayden laughing hysterically about something. Sydney: I wish that was really funny to me, but it's not.
Hayden: I don't like getting older.
Me: Why not?
Hayden: Because we don't say funny stuff anymore when we get older.
Hayden: I'm gonna start working out my biceps more than my abs.
Me: Oh yeah?
Hayden: Yeah, cause it's not like I'm gonna go around school lifting up my shirt to show people my stomach muscles.
(But you can bet he'll be showing people his strong bicep muscles!)
I was downstairs and heard Bennett upstairs with the drill. I wasn't overly concerned because he just likes to press the trigger and watch it spin. Besides, there wasn't even a drill bit in it. Just a screw bit. But then he said, "Mama! Come look! Come look what I made!" So I hurried upstairs and he showed me the beginnings of two holes he made in the wall. Really, they aren't a very big deal, but he showed me where he was drilling. "Ta-da! Look what I made!" he said as he pointed to his work. He was so proud. And I now know that he's been watching and learning and I need to get that drill back outside to the garage where he can't reach it.
