I'm Jenny, wife to my rocker, lawyer husband, Jared, and mother to the wonderful Evy, Mr. E, Si-Guy, Tuck and Mac. I parent deliberately, read vehemently, craft incessantly and enjoy every minute of it. Yes, I've got my hands full, full of happiness.
C (Explaining to Eli and Si school fire drills): You have to go outside, and you can't talk, because, if you open your mouth, you will get fire in it.
Silas (at the Costco fountain pop machines): I want BEER!!!
Me (while dousing the hot dogs in ketchup): What? Did you say you wanted beer?
Me: It's called ROOT beer, Silas. We don't drink beer. (Loud enough for all to be assured that my 4 year old doesn't drink beer.)
Silas: I call it BEER!
Silas: Mum, you got borned some really awesome kids!
Jared: Silas, come here. Silas: Me no Silas, me Si-la-guy!
Silas (pointing to bone on the side of his ankle): Mommy, rock. in. my. foot. Me: It's not a rock, it's a bone. Silas (incredible distressed): Oh no! Mommy, BONE in my foot!
Silas (when the sun went behind a cloud and the room got darker): Mommy, dark? Me: Ya, the sun just went behind a cloud. Silas, very sad: Mommy, me miss da sun.
Silas (At 1:30 in the morning after he has been sleeping terrible due to a stuffed nose): Uh oh Me: What, is your nose broken? Silas: Yup, two them broken.
Me (at dinner time): Eli, have you been wearing your t-shirt on backwards all day. Eli (without skipping a beat): No, but I've been wearing my underpants on backwards all day.
Eli (the first time he sat in his brand new, ridiculously expensive but totally safe car seat): It's like way comfortabler. It's like a pile of clouds I'm sitting on.
Eli: I know why the world turns. It's because the sun is so hot, and the world is a guy, and it doesn't like being so hot, so it turns around all the time to cool off.
Eli: You know that stuff in your eye? It's Jell-o, and it can see stuff. I know, because I touched it.
Eli: There's a skeleton inside my body that talks to me and tells me all the things that are good.
Me: Eli, pull up your underpants, it's not polite to walk around with a bare bum. Eli: I don't have a bare bum, mum. Me: What exactly would you call it? Eli: A person bum.
Eli: Mum, will you button my pants and pull up my...um... bug?
Eli: Silas is such a little "Duke-ter." Me: What's a Duke-ter, Eli. Eli: Someone who eats all the 'Mo' so I can't have any.
Eli: Why is there toilet paper all over the yard. Me: 'Cause dumb teenagers didn't bother to find out if Auntie Phoebe was home or not, and now we have to clean it up. Eli: Grandma's going to be really mad. Let's eat them alive: crush their bones and drink their blood. (I promise, I don't know where he got that one.)
Eli (when I was wearing a dress that kind of makes me look preggers): Mommy, your 'mo' looks ugly when you have sisters in your tummy.
At our church the kids 18 months to 3 years meet in Nursery every week. In my ward I am responsible for the Nursery program. We are supposed to provide a healthy snack each week, and until now it has consisted of stale, sugar-full animal crackers and hard, really old raisins. Not so awesome.
I got this brilliant idea from my friend Heidi. Best Nursery snack EVER!!! It was such a hit, and I didn't feel guilty serving it to the little ones. The problem is, how do I now beat it? Impossible!