Can you pick up this elephant?
Go tell your brother you are sorry for hitting him in the face with your light saber.
No, I've never had a penis.
No more broccoli until you eat your pizza.
Why is your alligator still in the kitchen?
Sure we can drive by and see the thumb.
Be very careful not to break Jesus.
Did you know it's not nice to ask someone why they got so fat?
Yes, Barack Obama and George Washington can use the potty.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Fantastic Fratboy Toddlers
On Saturday night we were in the city (unfortunately for The Double R going away bash, which was very fun but sad at the same time.) On our way home we stopped at Starbucks, and while Eric and Liam ran in, Brendan and I waited in the car across the street.
"Look Mom, that's Starbucks," Brendan said pointing at the building outside his window.
"Oh, that's actually a bar. Starbucks is across the street."
A moment passes, then Brendan says, "Mom, I want to go to a bar sometimes."
"Ok, well you have to be older to go to bars, like 21, because that's the age when you can drink beer."
"Mom, Kelly can drink beer."
"Yes, she can because she is 21."
"But Kyle can't drink beer."
"No, he can't, Brendan, because he's not 21 yet."
A few minutes pass. "Mom?"
"Yes Brendan?"
"Mom, I want to drink beer sometimes. I like beer."
This, combined with the fact that Liam calls orange juice wine stein, should definitely make me the favorite mom among the preschool parents.
I absolutely love this awesome weather and I want every year in Chicago to go straight from winter to summer. On Friday night we went to the pool where Liam and Brendan take swim lessons on Sunday mornings, but we went to the toddler pool instead of the lap pool and in case you were wondering the water is as refreshing as the lap pool. I love it. Of course once we have 3.0 it's going to be interesting as far as swim lessons are concerned. I guess it's time for Liam to swim on his own. He's close, but not there yet.
Liam went to his first Cubs game on Sun with Eric and his brothers and his dad and I don't know what happened but Liam fell asleep on the way home a couple blocks from our house, just before 6pm, and he slept all the way until this morning at 7:30. Brendan also slept like a champ, and if I didn't have this frickin insomnia and Zoey didn't groom in my ear louder than a jet engine at 5am I could have had some mad sleep.
Lastly, tonight Brendan climbed up on Eric's work chair, got his computer and mouse, put on his "meeting" (Eric's headset), proceeded to pound his fist on the desk, make an angry face and say, "dammit! dammit!" Well, 2 years old and he's finally ready to work in the corporate world. I hear those guys love beer.
"Look Mom, that's Starbucks," Brendan said pointing at the building outside his window.
"Oh, that's actually a bar. Starbucks is across the street."
A moment passes, then Brendan says, "Mom, I want to go to a bar sometimes."
"Ok, well you have to be older to go to bars, like 21, because that's the age when you can drink beer."
"Mom, Kelly can drink beer."
"Yes, she can because she is 21."
"But Kyle can't drink beer."
"No, he can't, Brendan, because he's not 21 yet."
A few minutes pass. "Mom?"
"Yes Brendan?"
"Mom, I want to drink beer sometimes. I like beer."
This, combined with the fact that Liam calls orange juice wine stein, should definitely make me the favorite mom among the preschool parents.
I absolutely love this awesome weather and I want every year in Chicago to go straight from winter to summer. On Friday night we went to the pool where Liam and Brendan take swim lessons on Sunday mornings, but we went to the toddler pool instead of the lap pool and in case you were wondering the water is as refreshing as the lap pool. I love it. Of course once we have 3.0 it's going to be interesting as far as swim lessons are concerned. I guess it's time for Liam to swim on his own. He's close, but not there yet.
Liam went to his first Cubs game on Sun with Eric and his brothers and his dad and I don't know what happened but Liam fell asleep on the way home a couple blocks from our house, just before 6pm, and he slept all the way until this morning at 7:30. Brendan also slept like a champ, and if I didn't have this frickin insomnia and Zoey didn't groom in my ear louder than a jet engine at 5am I could have had some mad sleep.
Lastly, tonight Brendan climbed up on Eric's work chair, got his computer and mouse, put on his "meeting" (Eric's headset), proceeded to pound his fist on the desk, make an angry face and say, "dammit! dammit!" Well, 2 years old and he's finally ready to work in the corporate world. I hear those guys love beer.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Eight Days a Week
Years ago I had this great idea for one way things could be better. Sort of like my great idea that everyone should live til they turn 100, and then peacefully die in their sleep after they go to bed that night. And you wouldn't get any lingering illness or problems beforehand. Anyway, this other idea is that everyone's life is documented from the moment they're born. Not weirdly like in The Truman Show (which still creeps me out to this day) but just you have this personal film inventory and if you want to know what you were doing or what you looked like on August 1, 1986, you just pull out the footage and there you go. I think some people have this thing called a memory, which actually stores a lot of that information in their own brain, but my memory doesn't really do that so I need DVDs.
Now that I have kids and have no skill at taking or archiving movies I wish someone was doing it for me . Every day there must be at least 27,115 hysterical, brilliant things these little guys do and there will be no record of it at all. And lots of it I wouldn't record anyway because it would seem "mundane," but it shouldn't be lost. Like when I brought Liam home from school today and he started to play with his cars and I said, "You should go wash your hands first" and he looked at me and said in total sincerity, "That's a good idea, Mom." It doesn't translate into a blog post, but if you could see the video. Alas. Between him and Brendan, Eric and I are just dying of laughter and most of the time there is no one there beside us to appreciate how funny they are. Even when there are other adults you know they're just focused on their own thing and probably don't even realize how incredibly awesome these kids are. :o) Like yesterday I was in the backyard with some neighbors and one of them has a 1 year old and she and Brendan were "playing" ball and Brendan was being so sweet and gentle and rolling the ball to her and I'm talking with the moms and then I hear Brendan tell her very earnestly and a little concerned, "No baby, you don't eat the ball. That's not for eating. It's a ball. It's for playing with." And that's my little baby there, instructing the youth from his wise two year old vantage point.
The absolute best is when Liam and Brendan are playing together and talking to each other and laughing and the stuff they say blows my mind. And then sometimes it devolves into Liam saying "No Brendan" in a growly voice, with his face pressed right up into Brendan's face, and then sometimes he sends Brendan to the naughty corner, or sometimes Brendan scratches him in the face and then we send Brendan to the naughty corner. And those parts I don't like, but I guess that is some part of having a sibling close to your own age. I don't know because I never had that. Just the other day I saw Liam had a new scratch on his face and I asked him what happened and he said he scratched himself accidentally. And Brendan was next to him, wide eyed, and I said "Are you sure Brendan didn't scratch you." And Liam tried to cover for him but then he admitted Brendan did it, and I asked Brendan and at first he shook his head no but then very very solemnly he shook his head yes. And it was the first time I ever saw them try and cover. Though often they will stand up for each other. But this was a new thing. I'm going to try and post some pictures here after I get home from work. Let's see if I do, why don't we.
Now that I have kids and have no skill at taking or archiving movies I wish someone was doing it for me . Every day there must be at least 27,115 hysterical, brilliant things these little guys do and there will be no record of it at all. And lots of it I wouldn't record anyway because it would seem "mundane," but it shouldn't be lost. Like when I brought Liam home from school today and he started to play with his cars and I said, "You should go wash your hands first" and he looked at me and said in total sincerity, "That's a good idea, Mom." It doesn't translate into a blog post, but if you could see the video. Alas. Between him and Brendan, Eric and I are just dying of laughter and most of the time there is no one there beside us to appreciate how funny they are. Even when there are other adults you know they're just focused on their own thing and probably don't even realize how incredibly awesome these kids are. :o) Like yesterday I was in the backyard with some neighbors and one of them has a 1 year old and she and Brendan were "playing" ball and Brendan was being so sweet and gentle and rolling the ball to her and I'm talking with the moms and then I hear Brendan tell her very earnestly and a little concerned, "No baby, you don't eat the ball. That's not for eating. It's a ball. It's for playing with." And that's my little baby there, instructing the youth from his wise two year old vantage point.
The absolute best is when Liam and Brendan are playing together and talking to each other and laughing and the stuff they say blows my mind. And then sometimes it devolves into Liam saying "No Brendan" in a growly voice, with his face pressed right up into Brendan's face, and then sometimes he sends Brendan to the naughty corner, or sometimes Brendan scratches him in the face and then we send Brendan to the naughty corner. And those parts I don't like, but I guess that is some part of having a sibling close to your own age. I don't know because I never had that. Just the other day I saw Liam had a new scratch on his face and I asked him what happened and he said he scratched himself accidentally. And Brendan was next to him, wide eyed, and I said "Are you sure Brendan didn't scratch you." And Liam tried to cover for him but then he admitted Brendan did it, and I asked Brendan and at first he shook his head no but then very very solemnly he shook his head yes. And it was the first time I ever saw them try and cover. Though often they will stand up for each other. But this was a new thing. I'm going to try and post some pictures here after I get home from work. Let's see if I do, why don't we.
Snapshots
Trying out their gardening gifts from the Easter Bunny on a sort of cold Easter morning...
Here's one of Brendan and my brother Danny. I think they look a lot alike...
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