Happy Halloween!

The bobbies caught the robber and there were some tears...but no shoes...and some denim cut-offs because mommy forgot the pants.

Just a few things I want to remember

I want to spend a day vacationing in Huddy Buddy's 3 year old brain. He blurts out the most off topic thoughts whenever there is a conversational lull. Here are a few I remembered to take down: (now, picture him putting up his fingers pressed together hand in a matter of fact "hold on" motion to prove his point. Now every three or four syllables, raise your voice like its forming a question)

- If a snake swallowed our ball, or licked our ball, we could just wipe it off. 

- I know that uncle Jason jumped out of an airplane with a "marachute." Then he just floated down. 

- If I gave a little bite of my marshmallow to a big giant, they might become nice giants and like it.

- "Nemo, chemo! That rhymes! Baseball faceball!!!  Faceball??"

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Lincoln (7) and Boone (5) bicker. Like, a lot. When they aren't wrestling it out, they are actually pretty funny to listen to:

Boone: "No! Lincoln you can't do that with the nerf bullets! It's against the law!"

Lincoln: (slow and somber, he's totally serious) "We don't have a law."

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Boone: "God knows everything. He knows how far England is"

Hudson: "And we could even run really really fast to it, and we'd be there."

Lincoln: "No. We'd have to fly."

Bone: "God could make people fly."

Hudson: "Only parachutes fly."

Stop packing, mom!

Kids, seriously. I'm trying to pack. I know I'm forgetting things. I need to tidy up, finish laundry, prep lunches, leave "I love you, I miss you" post-it notes around the house. But you want me to snuggle and play instead!! Oh wait! You will be fine if I leave the house a mess? If your clothes aren't picked out, ready to grab and go? If I don't remember to put a surprise "Look at the moon at the same time as me" note on your pillowcase? Your chubby little arms reach for me to "hold you, mama." To be present. I'm leaving soon, and with completely capable sitters. So let's soak up more snuggles, play trains and listen to Frozen again. Who cares if I forget something. San Diego does have a Target.

What's that stinkin' smell?

Hudson put on Papa's readers: "Hey! Do I look stinkin' cute? (Sniff sniff) Hmm...What's that stinkin' smell? Hee hee hee"

Oh and Boone just asked if he could take a graham cracker to hit the road. 

A three year old's family portrait.

Hudson asked me to draw him a family portrait. Apparently I did it wrong, so he showed me what he meant. #nailedit

I think he portrayed our personalities well on paper. Spot on.

First grade spelling fail!

I'm totally letting him turn this in!

All Before Eight AM...

"Mom when I grow up, I'm going to be a dinosaur. But not a mean one. Just a nice one. If there's only nice dinosaurs, they don't have teeth and they only have tongues. We can only lick you. We lick. Like this (demonstration). We can break our teeth out (tries). And when dad...um, daddy...my dad...your husband is gonna be a nice dinosaur, he's gonna be nice. Like a nice little one like me." - Hudson (3) wakes up like this.

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"We made a sign for Mrs. P because it was her birthday. We sang to her and yelled 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY!' She was turning 60. That's cool that she's still alive when she's 60!" - Lincoln (6) on the Principal's birthday yesterday.

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"You sir, are stuck." - muttered Hudson (3) to his underwear while trying to turn them right side out.