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Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Garbage Pail Kid

I am SO glad I bleached the diaper pail this morning.
Rob followed her all over the house with the camera, bumping into walls and furniture and squealing with delight. (Whitney, not Rob.)

2 comments:

k_laurelle said...: i love how her one pants leg is up around her knee like she's pimpin it with that garbage pail on her head :); May 7, 2009 at 10:30 AM
Kerri said...: I'm impressed that you actually bleached your garbage can... that is something I should do but it never seems to get done! Strong Work!; May 11, 2009 at 10:03 PM

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talk is cheap--unless you're two years old

July 7, 2013

Spencer, getting dressed for the day in pants and a basketball jersey, smirking slyly to himself: "Look everybody! I'm a princess."

April 1, 2013

Stuart cracked his knuckle tossing his stuffed animal around.

Stuart: "Oh man! I just cracked my finger's ankle!"

February 27, 2013

Stuart and Spencer turned on the Wii to play a game. Spencer collected his bag of snacks and remote and climbed up onto the couch saying, "Wait for it... Wait for it...."

September 1, 2012

Whitney: "Mom, are oil pastels poisonous?"

Me: "No, why?"

Whitney: "Cause, I got some on my fingers and I... kinda... picked my nose."

April 9, 2012

Whitney, walking through IKEA: "Dad, I feel a little trapped in this store."

Yep. You, me, and Tina Fey, Whit.

February 17, 2012

Whitney: "Mom, what are you feeding Spencer?"

me: "pears and raspberries."

Whitney: "hairs and raspberries!?"

me: "pears and raspberries."

Whitney: "oh good, hairs and raspberries would be really gross."

I couldn't agree more.

January 12, 2012

Stuart: "Hey Mom, I like to eat poo!"

Me: "You like to eat poo?"

Stuart: "Ya, that's just a little funny joke about how I like to eat poo. AND, if I was a poo clown I would like to eat poo pies! (fit of laughter)."

January 2, 2012

Stuart: "Dad, did we buy Poking Thomas?"

Whitney, irritated: "Its Pocahontas!"

January 1, 2012

Whitney: "Mom, I don't like the way you're making me act right now."

November 1,2011

Stuart, playing a computer game: "Oh man, how many times did I warn myself about this..."

November 1, 2011

Me, wiping Whitney's puke chuncks off her bed: "Ugh, these are some nasty big chuncks."

Whitney, chipper and matter of fact: "yeah, those are my hash browns."

July 24, 2011

At dinner tonight, Stuart requested "barbecute sauce" for his chicken and "ricebee crispus treats" for dessert.

May 22, 2011

Rob vacuuming.

Stuart: You can't vacuum me, dad. 'Cause I'm awesome.

May 16, 2011

(Painting the front door)

me: Stuart get away from that door, its still wet.

Whitney: I'm not too close to it. Hey, lets watch it dry!!

May 1, 2011

(Stuart is a big "Super Why" fan. This won't make sense unless you're familiar with the setup.)

Stuart: Mom, I need more juice in my straw cup.

me: I can't give you juice until you bring me your cup.

Stuart: I told you I can't find it! See, its right here in my story: "Stuart can't find his straw cup."

February 25, 2011

Whitney: "Stuart, give me that. I need to do something fantastic."

February 22, 2011

Whitney "wins" Chutes and Ladders in 2 turns.

Whitney: "I win!"

me: "you little cheater!"

Whitney: "that's why I always want to be a cheater."

me: "because you always win?"

Whitney: "yeah! you can be a cheater with me, mom!"

On my next move, I "win" too.

February 16, 2011

Whitney walked casually into my bedroom this morning while I was folding laundry and said, "Mom, when you're ready for baby Spencer to come out of your tummy, let me know," and exited equally casually.

December 24, 2010

6:30 am

Whitney: (yelling from the living room) "Dad, he didn't come! It didn't work!"

Rob: (in bed, still "sleeping") "Santa doesn't come till tomorrow, Whitney."

October 5, 2010

Whitney: (saying the dinner prayer)

"Dear Heavenly Father,

Thank you for the food.

Thank you for tumbling class yesterday.

Thank you for Gussy (the dog.)

Thank you for my beautiful hair..."

Sept 18, 2010

Some of you may recall that Whitney used to refer to being naked as being "jaybird."

Stuart has taken it to the next level. Nudie Patootie has become "Nudie Baboodie" and Naked Jaybird has become "Naked Bajaybird."

August 12, 2010

Stuart climbed into my lap today, pushed my hair back out of my face, cocked his head to the side, looked long into my eyes and said, "mom, you're beautiful." It seemed so sincere that I almost believed he knew what he was saying until he followed it up with, "I'm so proud of you that you can swim like a fish. And we can be turtles together! Ribbit!"

June 30, 2010

(On our way out the door to the Science Spectrum)

Stuart: "I pick my booger, mom. I pick my booger out of my nose."

me: "awesome."

Stuart: "I pick my booger out of my nose and put it in my pocket, mom."

me: "awesomer. how come?"

Stuart: "I gonna take it to the Science Spectrum."

June 29, 2010

Whitney: "Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy!"

me: flustered, "What's up dude?"

Whitney: pauses--taken aback: "I'm not Dude. I'm Sweetie."

June 27, 2010

Rob: "Come sit down, Stuart. Its time for scriptures."

Stuart: bunny-hopping around the bedroom, "OK, And it came to pass..."

me: proud smile

These are a few of my favorite things...

Spencer trying to lick my face
book club
listening to Whitney read Pigeon stories to herself
laughing with Rob
Mark's lemonade
Stuey snuggles
Whitney dancing
So You Think You Can Dance
my journals
watching Rob sing "Livin' on a Prayer"
the Conference issue of the Ensign
listening to Whitney sing to herself
opening all the windows and watching the breeze fill the curtains
Rock Band with "The Swappy Joes"
a clean kitchen
the smell of freshly cut grass
bedtime for babies
when Rob comes home early
85 degrees in February
fresh sheets
sisters
spanking cute diaper butts
muffled diaper farts
candles
a good hard laugh--the kind that involve tears and/or a little bit of pee
running
reading
cooking
watching my babies play with their daddy
hearing my babies laugh together
Arrested Development
30 Rock
back rubs
my new camera
hugs and kisses