Mine in particular.
I've been kind of lazy about exercising since I got back from my trip to Boise. But Hannah's comment to me this morning whipped me right into shape:
"Mommy, your bum looks like dough!"
Punk. So while the kids ate breakfast, I did Pilates, and when Hannah asked me why I was exercising, I said "So I don't feel like dough!" Halfway through Hannah came to join me (she loves doing Pilates). After a couple of minutes she says, "I don't feel like dough anymore!" Then she came to stand behind me and coach me through the rest of my workout.
Later on she was telling me how she's almost 22 like Aunt Tiffy. "But Aunt Tiffy's almost 23...(sigh)...what rotten luck!"
She also calls an elephant a "pacagerm".
Joshua is mostly just cute. He's too little to be consciously sassy, he's just funny. If you ask him what a farmer says:
"Come here, Mrs. Piggy!"
And all the way home from Boise, on the airplane, he was yelling "I is nosepicker!"
He has also learned to be very demanding. He'll come running into the kitchen and say, "Mommy, give me water right now!" (This is only funny because he is so little and has such a little baby voice that shouldn't be able to construct these major sentences he uses.)
I always thought it was fun that my kids learned to talk so well so early. But now that I have two of them going nonstop -- and saying things like this!-- I can see how it might have been nice to have them quiet a little longer!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
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