Wisdom of the Ages
Becket: "crackers don't talk....only sandwiches."
and other Evans family imponderables
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Date Night
Sumer is out at her EMT class. Daddy is taking care of the kids.
Violette-Reine, on the toilet, with a serious expression, talking toDaddy: Mommy's on a date.
Daddy: She's on a date? Who is she on a date with?
VR: Herself. She might be at class.
Daddy: At class?
VR: Yes. And she might get food. Maybe fries.
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The tooth fairy
Yesterday evening, Linnea lost her first tooth. She pulled it out herself- what a superstar! So, last night the tooth fairy came for the first time. The tooth fairy brought: a small hello kitty coin purse, a new toothbrush, new toothpaste, dental-flossers and strawberry chapstick. Here is the conversation from this morning when they found the stash...
Linnea: "Oh my goodness!"
Pearson: "That's a beautiful purse, dineah."
Linnea: "Yes, and it is filled with things I love!"
Pearson: "Yes."
Linnea: "Oh my goodness, there's money, too!"
(then they show me the dollar bill, I tell her it's a dollar.)
Pearson: "Holy cow dineah, you're rich!"
Linnea: "Yes!"
(and contrary to the photo, Linnea does NOT have an underbite.)
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I realize the rest of you will likely find this quite adorable...
but it's seriously driving us insane!
Becket and Violette-Reine play with their silverware during meals. But not just the normal playing...they pretend their fork and spoon are people, and they stand on end to talk to each other, go on walks, critique the food, etc.
This is what I've gathered from our silverware mini-culture: Spoons are the "mommies", and forks are the "daddies". The Daddies often go on walks (or airplane rides), and the mommys spend alot of time telling them what to do. They like to discuss the food together - what they like and don't like - and often comment about "having something on your head" (which means there is a bite on the fork/spoon). They like to go for walks when there's something on their head. Also, sometimes the Mommy spoons get tired and lay down and take a nap. This silverware soap opera can go on for over an hour.
Even adorableness gets tiring at some point...
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Body awareness
I'm laying with Pearson one evening, trying to help him fall asleep.
Pearson: "Mom, does blood make a sound?"
Mom: "What do you mean?"
Pearson: "Does blood make a sound? Can you hear it?"
Mom: "Well, on it's own it doesn't make a noise, but sometimes you can hear it when it moves quickly. (tries to get him to feel his pulse) - that's the blood moving through your body that you feel. If you had a stethescope you could hear it"
Pearson: (thinks a minute... then holds his hands in front of his face incredulously and stares at them for a while).
"Woah, the blood goes all the way to my fingers and I can't even hear it..."
(I can't tell if he's amazing or a little grossed out)
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Overheard at the Evans Household
Pearson: Mom, you know, Dusty has a broken leg.
Mom: Really? What happened?
Pearson: Well, he was playing baseball with the other horses and...
Pearson: You know Mom, Dad is going to by me a big space ship, and bring it home in a big box.
Mom: Oh really?
Pearson: Yes. And I'm going to give Arielle a ride back to France when it's time for her to go home - in my space ship. It goes fast.
(he's currently taking space ship reservations from all of the children)
Dad: Where did you come up with that idea?
Pearson: I just thunk it by myself.
(Mom goes in to get the babies out of their cribs in the morning, Becket has been crying.)
V-R: Becket cry because he miss me. (to Becket) - No worry Becket, I coming!
(this conversation happens about 20 times a day..)
Mom: Becket, do you want to <do something / eat something>?
Becket: Yeah, Sure!
(V-R after finding my shoes in the hallway)
V-R: Mommy! Shoes go closet, not here. That naughty.
Linnea: Mom, are you and Daddy twins?
Mom: No, we're married.
Linnea: Oh, so you were twins before you got married?
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The birth of a life-long phobia
It was a rough morning. Kids had a hard time waking up, and Linnea in particular didn't like breakfast, didn't want me to comb her hair, didn't want to get in the car, etc. She was pretty much in tears all morning.
They were running a little late, and Linnea was walking very slowly to the car. I actually tapped her bottom, in an effort to get her to go faster. The tears continued.
She gets in the car, still crying, and I'm trying to buckle her into her car seat when she freaks out and whips off her boot. "There's something in my shoe! A spider!" (more crying).
I sigh, and figure I'd just humor her and empty out her boot. So I tap it a few times on the side of the car...nothing. These kids need to get more sleep- I think to myself. A few more taps...and a mouse jumps out!
I whip off her sock - she hasn't been bitten, but of course there are more tears as I tell her what happened. Hopefully she recovered before she got to school.
So, I feel terrible. She was probably walking slow because she could feel something in her shoe! I think we may not be keeping our boots in the garage anymore....
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A five-year-old's take on the armed forces...
P&L are playing Army Truck. They've arranged pillows on the ground with two drivers seats, and a long cab in the back. At the back of the "truck" there is a phone (a beaded necklace hanging on a lamp). Here is the scene that ensued:Pearson: "The phone is ringing!"Linnea: "Answer it quick, sir!" (seriously, she said 'sir')(Pearson runs to answer the necklace/phone)Pearson: "Hello?...Uh-huh...okay, we'll be right there." (hangs up the phone, then turns to Linnea) Pearson: "Linnea, another army truck just called...someone's having a birthday....we've got to get there fast...they're turning 20!" Linnea: "O-Kay!" (runs over to the United states puzzle, points to a state) "It's in Uranus...we've got to hurry!"(with that they "drive" away) I think they're a little unclear on the concept.
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Becket and Chocolate
Becket: "Chocolate?" (pointing to my eye)
Mom: "No chocolate."
Becket: "Chocolate in eye"
Mom: "No, there's no chocolate in my eye."
Becket: "Yes, Chocolate! Chocolate Chip right there!"
Apparently this whole time he was talking about my pupils, and I never realized it. Of course, it's not limited to eyes either. Today in the shower he told me he had chocolate in his testicles as well...
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Oh Linnea...
(in bed talking to Pearson after watching the yellow brick road scene from the Wizard of Oz).
Pearson: "The lion wasn't real Neah, was he?"
Linnea: "No, He had a person face. But the Tin-man, he was real." (nods enthusiastically).
(Before bed one evening)
Linnea: "Mommy- when is the next Halloween?"
(I count out the months for her)
Linnea: "Next year, Pearson and I are going to go trick or treating by ourselves. In the dark. But don't worry...we'll hold hands."
(yeah right Linnea, next I'll be leaving you to babysit...)
(trying to console Pearson after he injured his private area in a bike crash)
Linnea: "Don't worry Pearson...if you get back on your bike, and exercise a lot, the sun will come out faster, and your penis won't hurt any more."
(after going on a special walk with Dad to take photos...)
Dad: "Linnea, tell Mommy what I told you on our walk."
Linnea: "Daddy said that he will always love me, no matter what I do. Like if I'm bad, or good, he'll still love me. Or if I say mean things, like stupid-head, he'll still love me. Or even if I hit him really hard in the penis...he still loves me."
Dad: "Um...I did not say that last part."
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