I wonder sometimes if these little stories I share are as cute to the rest of the world as they are to me. Maybe not, since I think my kids are the epitome of cuteness, and I know there are other moms out there who think their own kids hold that status. Either way, I know there's at least two sets of grandparents and a smattering of aunts and uncles who get a kick out of my kids so here we go with round three of my own version of "kids say the darnedest things".
We've been transferring photos from our old computer to the new one, so I'm going to throw in a couple of oldies but goodies towards the end.
I leave the kids in the car to run in and pick up my contacts. When I get back in Ethan says "We talked about it and (he throws his hands up in the air), none of us knows how to drive the car!"
Joanna ate a banana and carried the peel around for a little bit. Then she put it down in the middle of the floor and yelled " 'atch out! Don't swip!"
Joanna: 11 monthsEthan: "I'm going to wear my skull sweatshirt because I'm awesome and I look awesome in it!"
Ethan: 4 1/2Aunt Jill: "Whoever says 'I'm a geek' wins!"
Ethan: "I'm a geek!"
Me: "Ethan, do you know what a geek is?"
Ethan: "umm...."
Me: "It's like a nerd. Do you know what a nerd is?"
Ethan: "Candy!"
Joanna: 1 year. Ethan: 4 1/2.
These last few are thanks to Ethan's vocab program in kindergarten.
"My favorite word is....The!"
Joanna: 1 year"I'm not sharing. I'm a happy miser!" ( I think this one is thanks to Daffy Duck )
Ethan's silly face: 4 1/2
Ethan's playing in the creek bed with Carson, smacking a shovel against a rock to make sparks. I call for him, telling him it's time to come home and he yells back: "No! I want to linger!"
Joanna: 14 months
Ever since Ethan was one year old, decorating the Christmas tree has been a favorite event of mine. In years before that, I'd always enjoyed getting out the ornaments, remembering the stories that came with each one. But add the excitement of a toddler running back and forth between you and the tree, hanging every ornament within the same square foot of tree space, all with such care you didn't know their chubby little fingers were capable of. Oh man, it's bliss for me.
Trying to capture the beauty of these precious little faces lit up by the Christmas lights was a difficult task due to the fact that their precious little bodies don't stop moving. So we ended up with a lot of blur, but that's kind of how the evening ends up being. A blur of excitement and tradition and Christmas stories and hot cocoa and Christmas songs.
Joanna doesn't remember last Christmas all that well, so she's having a hard time this year understanding what the big socks hanging on the wall are for.
