Saturday, October 1, 2011

I was wiping Claire's face after she had been outside playing and eating brownies....
Claire: "Being a kid isn't easy."

Reese was sitting rather impatiently off to the side waiting for me to finish something up so I could help her....
Reese: "Being patient makes me bored."

Thursday, September 1, 2011

At the hospital after having Everett:
Discharge Nurse filling out paper work: "Who delivered the baby?"
Me, totally confused as to why she was asking me this question: "I...I did."
Nurse: "No, which doctor?"
Me: "Oh...."

Claire: "I'm so lucky to have a baby brother."
Tom: "Did Heavenly Father send Baby Everett to us?"
Claire, laughing in a don't be silly way: "No, Dad! We got him from the hostible (hospital)!"

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Claire dragged her time out chair over to the kitchen counter and started digging her little fingers into the pan of brownies that I had made earlier.
Me: Claaaaire?!
Claire, knowing she was caught, immediately turned around with both palms facing up: "Nuffing."

Reese was sitting on my lap feeling the baby kick... Reese: "What color is the baby gonna be?"
Me: "Umm, white."
Reese, frustrated: "Why is he going to be white?!"
Me: "Ummm...because Daddy and I are white."
Reese, totally disappointed and annoyed: "No! I want him to be black!!"
Me: "If this baby is black I'm gonna have some explaining to do."

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Reese and Tom just finished racing to the car.
Reese: "Daddy, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose......AND I won!"

Reese: "When I turn 5 do I get to go to school ANNNND wipe my own poo?!"

Monday, February 28, 2011

Me answering a phone call from an 800 number: "Hello?"
Man with "an accent" on the other end: "Yes, may I please speak with (what I swear I heard) the Master of the Chateau?"
Me totally taken aback: "THE WHO?!"
Man: "Matthew DeSanto."
Ohhh, that was better, but nope, neither of those guys were here.

I had just finished up a silly dance, Reese laughed then said: "Mommy, you're funny.........but Daddy's REALLY funnier than you!"

Me: "Claire, are you poopy?"
Claire: "No."
Me: "Are you tricking me?"
Claire running away with a big smile: "Yeah, I trickin' you!"
She was poopy.