stuffy dehydration

I told Joshua to be sure to drink a lot today so he doesn't get dehydrated (we were at the pool). He said, "What's dehydrated? Is that when your nose gets stuffy?"

Sunbrella

It was raining today, so I told Maggie we couldn't go to Daddy's softball game. Her response was, "Just get a sunbrella."

Playing "Play"

boys: "Hey mom, we're playing a new game we made up. It's called 'play'."
me: "how do you play 'play'?"
boy: "'Play' is when you take turns throwing balls at each others' head."

brain pain

Joshua said, "Mom, my brain doesn't hurt anymore!" after his fever broke this morning.

The B-I-B-I-B

Maggie was singing, "The B-i-b-i-b... that's the book for me... I stand alone on the Word of God... the B-i-b-i-b!"

cool shorts?

Jason was getting ready for his softball game and had on his spandex bicycle shorts (I hear the collective yuck!) which he wears under his athletic shorts. Caleb saw him and said, "Wow, dad! those are cool shorts! Hey Josh, come see dad's cool shorts!"

Maggie's blog

I was reading Karen's blog (click white word to go there) to my husband (we laughed so hard we were crying) and my daughter was in the room. A few minutes later she came in with her toy computer thingy and said, "do you want me to read you my blog?" Then she started babbling about a stinky bathing suit and her sister (she has no sister) and started laughing. I think she, like most of us, prefer Karen's blog style.

outsmarting stinkbugs

Our family was in Disney World last week, and we went to a show in the
Animal Kingdom called "It's tough to be a bug" (which, for some reason, scared my bug-loving boys to death...Maggie was fine - should I be concerned?). It was a 4-D event complete with 3-D glasses, and smells, splashes, etc. My friend's husband asked Izzy if he smelled the stink bugs, to which he replied, "No, I took my glasses off for that part."

A small teenager

My daughter lives in a part reality/ part fantasy world. She goes back and forth between the two of them all day long. Anyway, we were in the bathroom brushing our hair (me, once; her, four thousand times) when she started talking about her "brother". First, she told me he was four years old, then she switched it and said, "really, he's a small teenager." It cracked me up trying to picture what she was picturing.

switching eyes

Caleb (again): "My eyes keep switching."
Me: "You mean twitching?"
Caleb: "yeah"

hopscotch lollipop

The boys were discussing the flavors of their lollipops when I overheard Caleb say, "Mine's hopscotch." "You mean butterscotch?" I asked. (The other boys knew exactly what flavor he meant.

put this in your blog

Israel stuffed his shorts with a rather large pillow (making a huge backside), and laughing uncontrollably said, "Hey mom, put this in your blog!" Scary thought: my six year old knows what a blog is!