The sickly Michael...

So, Michael has the flu.  In retrospect it should have been obvious that he was feverish when a couple nights ago, he was sleep walking (well running) around in circles while screaming.  When Chris tried to put him back to bed he started squealing with laughter.  Finally Chris gave up and left and he quieted back down and didn't make another peep.  Until the next morning that is,  when he was feverish, achy, and fatigued.  After a diagnosis of Flu, we came home for rest, fluids, and fever reducer.  This was obviously all he needed.  Last night after bath, while Chris was reading a book to Sam, Michael stuck his naked bum in the air and started singing "who let the butt out!"  It's really hard not to react to his antics, because he really is a funny guy.

This morning when he woke up, he was fever free already!  So I guess the flu shot did help to some degree.  I decided that since he didn't eat much yesterday, I'd make him a breakfast that would be relatively easy on his tummy, that I knew he liked- cinnamon sugar toast.  He saw it, and said "I don't want this, I want jelly toast!"  I explained to him, that I would gladly make him jelly toast tomorrow, but I wasn't going to waste the breakfast that I had already made- he could eat that, or be excused from the table.  His response?  Chanting "Jelly Toast, Jelly Toast, Jelly Toast, Jelly Toast" OVER and OVER for what seemed like ten minutes.  It probably was one.  I told him that I wasn't going to discuss it anymore, he could have jelly toast with his lunch if he wanted, but this was his breakfast.  He finally begrudgingly ate it, but then he had to get the last word in and said "Tomorrow I want jelly toast for breakfast, jelly toast for lunch, and jelly toast for dinner."  Incidentally, I made it today for lunch-  he didn't take ONE bite.  I wonder if he'll ask for it for breakfast?

So- he spent the day home from school convalescing.  By convalescing, I mean making a volcano out of pillows, dressing his dinosaur pillow pet, giving his pet toys to play with, putting his eggs in a nest, and planning his surprise birthday party.  Of course, we had to wait to have dinosaur pillow pet's(Triceratopsy) birthday after Molly and Sam got home for school, but he busied himself preparing while he waited.  He gathered balloons, prepared a lovely Melissa and Doug wooden cake, made goody bags, and planned a party activity (making stuffed sharks).  He whispered to me when discussing it so Triceratopsy wouldn't hear.   I think he thoroughly enjoyed his sick day.  Michael is so amazing.  He has an imagination that is unparalleled.  I think I'll keep him home again tomorrow just to see what he can come up with.  Laundry can be fluffed indefinitely right?

Todays notables

A few cute things today...

When our computer screen saver comes on, it just runs through our pictures.  Molly was watching them as she got dressed for ballet and said-  "mommy, was that daddy on his fifth birthday?"  I turned around expecting to see a picture of him as a kid that we had scanned in for some reason, or a picture of Sam at that age maybe.  No, it was a picture of Chris, approximately 41 years old, with a birthday cake that had a number 5 candle on it.  I guess it must have been the only candle we could find at the time.  Molly must have thought her dad was a giant at age five!

Also, it was beautiful today so we were able to get out of the house and play outside.  Michael heard a noise and said "is that a distance?"  I said, "Oh, you mean the airplane?  I hear it too..."  He says "oh, it's just a plane?  I thought it was a distance."  Evidently someone had explained planes at a distance before and he thought that the "distance" was making the noise, not a plane.  He's so flippin' cute.

And not something cute that he said, but cute in general.  Ben was EXHAUSTED today due to a short nap for the sitter.  So I figured he would go right to sleep, when he went down at his usual bedtime of 8.  WRONG.  He has approximately 8-10 angry birds and pigs in his bead which he fondly calls "birdies."  He was making a ton of noise, so finally at about 9, I went up there to see what was going on.  He was sitting up, in his crib, and had lined up all of his birds in two rows on his pillow and was playing with them.  He chatted with them for a few more minutes before passing out.

Extinct!

Michael and Molly have been learning about dinosaurs at school this week.  On the way home from school we were discussing all that they had learned.  Triceratops was Michael's favorite, and he also liked one that "had spikes all over, and a rock underneath his tail that he used to kill all the baby dinosaurs." Molly was just pissed that they had to devote a whole week to this subject matter.  Anyways, this is where the conversation took us:

Michael:  Mommy, I wish we could have a pet dinosaur.

Me: Well, we can't have one, because they are extinct.  That means that there are no more dinosaurs,
they all died.

Michael:  I bet they all died because the dinosaur with the spikes on his tail killed all the babies, and the T-Rex ate all the other ones.

Me:  Maybe!

Michael:  Did you ever see a dinosaur when you were a little girl?

Me:  Nope, they were extinct a long time before mommy was even born.   Even before Dodie (my mom) was born!

Michael:  Were they extinct even before we were in your tummy?

Me:  Yes definitely before then....

Molly:  Were they extinct before you and daddy got married?

Me:  Hey, did you know it's going to snow today?
     

Snow Day!

Due to one inch of snow (are you kidding me?) Sam has a two hour delay today and Michael and Molly have no preschool.  Of course Sam is mad that he has to go, and Michael and Molly are mad that they can't go (their teacher was bringing them a special treat for snack today).

So anyways, Michael and Molly are playing upstairs together.  They made a castle in their bedroom which is quite a fortress (aka mess).   See?

Anyways, I just overheard Molly say:  

"Don't shoot me, I'm just a Mermaid!"

Barbie doesn't have a chance in this house...

Sam walked past Molly's Barbie cruise ship where Molly had abandoned several Barbie dolls while she was in the process of changing their outfits. His response?

"Hey, who wants to see Barbie's butt?"

Batman saves Jasmine!

Molly and Michael are playing in the playroom.  Molly didn't want to play with Michael, but I convinced her that maybe she could play princess and he could play batman.  Batman could SAVE Princess Jasmine from the bad guys.  This is how the play appears to be going.

Molly:  Don't I look beautiful in my wedding dress good guy?

Michael: Watch out for the bad guy!

Molly:  Hey good guy, do you want to see all of my pretty clothes?

Michael:  OK!  Cannon Ball!  The good guys is going down the waterfall!

Molly:  Oh, I think that's a water slide.

Michael:  Stay away from the castle!  It's time to go to sleep.

Molly: But where can I sleep?

Michael: Sleep in that cave.

Michael:  Time to wake up!  There was a big storm.

Molly:  Help Help Help!

Michael:  She got sucked into the hole and it took her allllll the way to the fire department.


Batman doesn't seem to be doing much to save Jasmine from harms way....

Mispronunciations I don't want to forget

•  Sam says "togeger" instead of together
• Michael says "skeleskin" instead of skeleton
• Michael says "camputer" instead of computer
• Molly says "againg" instead of again
• Sam and Michael say "Qui Jon Do" instead of Tae Kwon Do.  I think this is just a result of watching too much Star Wars.  Though Chris would argue there is no such thing as too much Star Wars...
• Michael was discussing his recent bout of Strep on his buttocks, and said "Hey mommy, remember when I had Shrek Butt?"
• Michael says "smamich" instead of sandwich.  
• Sam says "resternant" instead of restaurant.
• Molly says "anunner"  instead of another.
• Michael says "yesternight" instead of....  I'm not even sure what.  Either yesterday or last night.
• Sam used to say (and I was reminded of it today) "beeyana" instead of banana.

Cheerios are good for the heart!

Michael at dinner tonight stated: "I love Cheerios so much I'm going to marry them, and they are going to be plain with two blueberry eyes and then I'm going to eat them up!"

The butt of every joke

So, I had Michael, Molly, and Sam at their swim lessons today.  All of the lessons end at the same time, so there are about 10 parents waiting around the door to give their kids towels when they came out.  Michael came out first, and when Sam came out, the conversation went like this:

Michael:  Sam, did you see me on the whale (float they all hold onto as a class and practice kicks)
Sam:  Yes!  Did you see me?
Michael: Yes!  Did you see my butt?
(all parents laugh)
Me:  Michael, that's not really appropriate, buddy...
Michael: Oh, sorry mommy.  Did you see my bum?

What am I, chopped liver?

I don't talk much about what Ben says, because, he's only two and doesn't talk much.  But after having his daddy and siblings home for Christmas vacation, it's been a bit of a transition this week when they all went back to work and school.  This was our conversation after Sam got on the bus and we dropped M&M off at preschool.

Ben:  Where Molly go?
Me:  She's at school.  Remember we just dropped her off?

Ben:  Where  Michael go?
Me:  He's at school with Molly.

Ben:  Where Sam go?
Me:  He got on the bus and went to school too!

Ben: Where daddy go?
Me:  Daddy's at work.

Ben:  Where papa go?
Me:  He's at papa's house.

Clearly, I am not sufficient entertainment for the kid.  

Calcium... the miracle cure?

This is an oldie but goody conversation I had with Michael earlier this school year on the way home from Preschool:

Scene:  Molly is singing, quite loudly, on the way home from preschool, as she does most of the time when she is in the car

Michael:  Mommy, Molly is singing and it is giving me a headache because I don't have any calcium!

Me:  We will be sure to have some milk and yogurt for a snack when we get home, bud and that should fix you right up.

Welcome to my new blog!

Welcome to my new blog!  I realized that I don't write down nearly enough of the things that my children say.  And they are pretty darn funny!  So for my New Year's resolution in 2013, I'm going to try and record these conversations so that we can all look back on them one day and have a good laugh.  I may even try and do some back tracking from old Facebook posts to see what I can find there.  To start off though, here is the scene.  We were measuring Michael, Molly, and Ben on our piece of wood to see how much they have grown in the last year, since they all recently had birthdays.  Molly was a little sad because she thought that Michael was taller, but it was determined that they are pretty much the same height.   So in an effort to cheer her up, Michael ran into her bedroom and said:

"Molly, we are still twins because we are the same height!  Do you know what that means?  We can still be friends!"