A couple funnies from the last few days - I need to do better at writing these down - Some of them I put on FB, but it's not the best tool to refer back to.
Last night Grace wanted to write a note- she asks me how to spell words, by the 2nd word she said "I'm just going to write the first letter, it's way easier that way." So true!
The other night I was making chicken enchiladas, I was taking dinner into a family in our ward and making enough for us also. The recipe I have you boil the chicken with onion, salt and pepper and green chillies and then you drain the chicken and let it cool. As I was putting it into the strainer Max peeked over the sink and said "Rocks!? You are making rocks for dinner!?!" I was on the phone with my mom and she got a nice laugh out of it.
The other day in the bathtub Max said we should name our baby Guido - throughout the pregnancy he's suggested Luke Skywalker, Thor, and He-man, but Guido? Where did he come up with that?
Grace told us about a week ago that she wasn't going to Kindergarten because she's crossed it off her list of things to do. In fact, the only thing on her list is to play with her dog and her toys and watch TV.
We took our dog into get fixed and when we were leaving the vet's Grace told Diva to go to the car, which she did. She told her to get in the car and then to sit. Diva did both and Grace looked at me and said "That surgery really helped her hearing!"
For Max's birthday he got baseball stuff, a T-ball stand, bat, ball and glove. He's not very coordinated so we're hoping by the end of the summer we can get him some mad skills! The first night we were on our front lawn and he couldn't hit the ball of the stand to save his life, we switched to catching, and as long as I stood there helping him with the glove he could catch, but as soon as I moved he would drop the ball. After 4 or 5 times he threw the mitt down and said "I'm a loser!" That is never something I'd say to him, and I had the hardest time not laughing because he was so dramatic!
Kids are mimics. And mommy and daddy have tried really hard to not swear. But there is one word. Just one. One really isn't that bad right? Except when you hear it out of your four year old's mouth. Anytime he's angry. "Why is the damn fridge open?" "I hit my d*&! arm on the wall!" "I stepped on your d.... toy!" "The d.. dog won't stop bugging me!" Oops. It's really an eye opener - and sometimes it's about the dumbest things, and then I can hear when I said it about something stupid too. He's learned from the master!
Max has a crush on one of my friends from church. One of my grown-up friends, with kids of her own. Randomly he'll say things like "I love Jamie's hair, it's curly." The other day I called to see how she was doing and Max hopped off the bed and said "Was that my Jamie?" He's pretty funny about it - but oh so young.
I always think I'll remember the funny and cute things they say, but that's all I can think of for now.
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