Kids are cute. Kids say cute things. Kid should never grow up!
A while ago we were driving back home from a birthday party, we were cruising along on the highway and it started to downpour! So I turned on the windshield wipers full blast.
Shayla pipes up: What is that flashing across on the car?
Me: I'm not sure... I didn't see anything, other than all this rain!
Shayla: Right there, see right there, there it goes again!
Me: What? Are you talking about the windshield wipers?!
Shayla: See right there. Just keeps flashing across the window!
Me: Those are the windshield wipers Shayla! Have you seriously never seen the windshield wipers turned on before?
Shayla: Not like that fast. How can you even see out the window! This is so cool!
Oh my sweet, sweet prairie children!
Shopping in Medicine Hat one day, the kids brought along their wallets with change to spend at the 25 cent candy machines. Apparently that is the only place they have to go to have a successful and fulfilling day of spending their money. Not the healthiest... but easy-peezie, so I was all for it.
Tristan was trying to figure out what coins to use.
Clayton: You need the 25 cent coin, the one with the caribou.
Tristan: Oh good. I have lots of ones with the Caramoose!
Tristan: Oh ya. See here's one. Yay! And another one, yay! What? Another Caramoose! I am so lucky.
On the way out of the mall, Tristan is still marvelling at his good fortune of having so many quarters.
Tristan: Wow, I am sure happy about all those Caramooses!
Oh my sweet, sweet Tristan!
After tucking Mya and Jax into bed, I was singing a song to Shayla, when all of a sudden there was a shriek of terror from the twin's room followed by blood curdling screams.
I semi-rushed back into their room... because, well, Mya is Mya and a tiny bump can produce a noise that would make one think her arm had been severed off.
Mya: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (Holding her eye, tightly with both hands.)
Me: Mya, what's wrong?
Mya: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! My eye! Don't touch it! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Me: Mya, you will have to let me look at it.
Mya: No! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Me: I'll be careful (prying her hands away.)
Mya: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Me: Oh look, it's an eyelash... hold still. (I mange to wipe it away, first try, with a damp paper towel.)
Mya: (Instantly stops crying) That eyelash was really fighting my eyeball!
Oh my sweet, sweet drama queen!
What can I say about my Jax, he is such a character! Just so comical and a little teaser, with lots of sideways eyes and mischievous grins. And at the moment he is being the biggest Momma suck ever and rarely will have anything to do with Clayton.
Jax: Not Daddy! Momma! I want my Momma!
Clayton takes it all in stride. I guess he's don't this parenting thing a time or two and knows they all have their stages.
He says to me chuckling one day: You know who Jax reminds me of... the baby off that dinosaurs cartoon that was on when we were kids. Did you watch that show... wait... of course you never.
Me: Was it Mr. Dress Up?
Clayton: No. Here I'll find a YouTube clip... you've got to see it.
Yup this clip is Jax to a tee!
Oh my sweet, sweet Momma suck!
Oh kids and kid-isms... gotta love 'em!